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amber london – texas phonk 1998 lyrics

[intro]
shout out lil b

[verse 1]
i’m that real -ss b-tch that you talking about
get the money, flash the gold cause i’m from down south
never crash, never fold, keep the hash on deck
young b-tch super cool i keep the cash on set
villains serving they be slanging got the ounce of the pine
riding round over silver trucks bouncing around
how you n-ggas gonna hate on the south side state?
only b-tch out here pushing outside weight
i be all on your block i be holding that glock
bust a head [?] bread touching the clock
i don’t f-ck with them cops, i don’t f-ck with them fakes
i know some south side n-ggas that bust ya head for the cake
i be out in new york
be that b-tch in the a
if a n-gga down for swinging then i’m pitching your way
got the dope in the kitchen
yeah he be working them pans
i love the way he love me down and how he working them hands
come and f-ck with your girl, mane, you know that i got it
never question your b-tch n-gga you know that i’m bout it
i be down for k!lling hoes yeah you know i got bodies
i got that big body [?] any hoe [?]
riding four ralph lauren but the paint still wet
heard your n-gga say he love me but we ain’t still met
i be mackin, trunk crackin, screens all in the back
got the chevy with the rims and it’s all in the black
raider klan when i spit they be calling it crack
smoking purp and og i keep it all in the sack
what is is my n-gga? don’t give a d-mn what it do
i be coming down n-gga i be jamming the screw
got the c0ke in my bra
half a gram in my shoe
if a b-tch n-gga snitch then i’m slamming your crew
some of these hoes don’t know what the cannon will do
bullets flip in the whips some might land in your coupe
in the middle of the summer amber lancing through
in the brand new hummer i’m enhancing the roof
n-ggas say they the truth but they cancel and poof
my music just like s-x a lap dance in the booth
b-tch i’m young and my lungs stay filled with the dro
amber london rep the west but i’m still in the mo
on every beat that i flow i swear i’m k!lling these hoes
raider klan xx we consider them cold, hoe

yeah it’s that texas phonk for your -ss
1998 we in this mothaf-cker
2.7.5. h town in this motherf-cker you better recognize
b-tch

- amber london lyrics

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