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otb fastlane - texas baby lyrics

[verse 1: otb fastlane]
n+gga, this that sh+t that once it’s on you, you can’t take it off
n+gga, this that sh+t if you get caught, you never talk
n+gga, this that realistate boss, i’m on my second house
feel like it ain’t no love, love lost
you know if [?] catch [?] lacking, [?] off
some of these hoes keep it solid, but you can’t trust them all
new b+tches on you, ’cause you [?] but you can’t f+ck them all
i know you know them boys [?] bring them to your house
got it out the mud, ain’t give me sh+t, n+gga [?]
how a n+gga love you, he ain’t showed you how to fish?
he a player, you a player, why y’all tripping ’bout a b+tch?
grew up in the trap with n+ggas playing chess and frying fish
my uncle was a goat, but he couldn’t [?]
these days, n+ggas fake it til they makе it
and everytime [?] think you hating
i’m your partnеr, dawg, i’m posed to tell you ’bout yourself when you riding, dawg
he looked out for you at your lowest, why you plotting, dawg?
i love you, but [?] bullsh+t, you need to stop it, dawg
drip on a b+tch like walka, this that secret recipe, you can’t steal his sauce
h+town, where n+ggas [?] cut the ceiling off
i’m a texas baby, diamonds bussing hard out my necklace, baby
i can [?] drip, you gotta catch it, baby

[chorus: otb fastlane]
seem like it ain’t no love, love lost
you know they ever catch him lacking, they gon’ f+ck him off
seem like it ain’t no love, love lost
you know they ever catch him lacking, they gon’ f+ck him off
[verse 2: sauce walka]
streets turned friends into foes
pain turned to love, from a wife into a ho
lil bro was a g with big stripes, til he told
his co+defendent mama used to wash and fold his clothes
[?] how it goes
rather do my dirt p on my loansome [?]
when i get my [?] only me and jesus knows
only jesus knows ’bout my sins
[?] just up in the benz
how we lose our freadom, while we tryna feed our kids?
once the father’s gone, who keep the lights on in the crib?
mama got three jobs, work in the desert, tryna live
get these streets all you can give
[?] keep it trill
this sh+t [?]
throw away the [?]
[?] tryna stay up
know one thing about it, they won’t play us
on the way up

- otb fastlane lyrics

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