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slim thug – talking texas lyrics

[produced by mr. lee]

[verse]
i’m from texas, n-gg- where we cadillac pushin’
b-tches blowing up my phone, but i’m in the kitchen cooking up the work
still got bricks for the dirt
i be on my grind, gettin’ mine, haters hearts hurt
cause a n-gg- stay shinin’, pullin’ up in some foreign
steppin’ out clean to the grand ralph lauren
b-tches on my d-ck cause my paper stacks tall
and they see me everday in the galeria mall
b-tch i’m 6’6 tall like i play basketball
but i’m still ballin’, slim thugga never fall
15 years later paper still gettin’ longer
and a n-gg- freestyle game gettin’ stronger
used to [?] on the corner
now i’m sellin’ this to fiends
breakin’ boys off, on sw-ngs lookin’ clean
and they looking thick, i’m talkin’ all the menage
got a pitch in my penthouse give them m-ssage
bentley in my garage, b-tch i been ballin’
i ain’t never stopped and h-ll yeah the ho’s callin’
stay blowin’ up my phone, tryna get some paper
garage full of cars, stay sh-tin’ on my neighbours
when i’m pullin’ out clean
sippin’ on lean
it’s that boy thugga and i’m shuttin’ down the scene
got a pocket full of green and a phone full of ho’s
i be hittin’ pappadeaux, lobster on my plate oh
a n-gg- like me eatin’ real good and i came from the hood
been the boss, mane and the sh-t is understood
still grippin’ on wood in the foreign
b-tches ain’t trippin’, oh no haters i ain’t boring
roll with the strap, got the judge sittin’ close
if a n-gg- f-ck with me he gon’ get burnt like toast
cause i’m a real g and ain’t playing games
and everybody in the streets know my motherf-cking name
i putted in my work, i putted in my time
so now a g like me sittin’ back to shine
lookin’ off top floors, still close candy do’s
thugga never trippin’, you hoes know how it goes
gotta get the paper, gotta get the green
i ain’t stickin’ my d-ck in none of you hoes give me the green
you b-tches better brang it, thugga stay sw-ngin’
hit the boulevard came through game changin’
still gaining fame and i’m still gainin’ bucks
and you bops mad at me cause i don’t give a f-ck
them n-gg-s is some simps
b-tch, we some pimps
walking in the 5th with a motherf-cking limp
poppin’ up golden bottles
section full of models
yeah a boss like me smash ferrari throttles
smash ferrari throttles, going real fast
mashin’ 6-10 200 on the dash
all about the cash, h-ll yeah i’m gettin’ paper
and i don’t give a f-ck about no motherf-cking hater
r.i.p. pimp c n-gg-s like me keep it trill
and even when them other n-gg-s fake, i keep it real
ain’t got no deal, i ain’t got sh-t for me
still gettin’ paper, you ain’t know i’m a boss
see imma buy more paper, imma buy more money
broke n-gg-s better look at a n-gg- funny
yeah i got them looking sick
i took them n-gg-s chicks
and now they all mad cause they b-tches on my d-ck
bho click and them n-gg-s still rich
told you 15 years ago, imma keep makin’ hits
shot out to that j-dawg, shot out to the k!lla
shot out young black i’m talking all my gorillas
c-ward served daily, all my dawgs from the camp
and we still shinin’ like some motherf-cking limps
ain’t loving no tramp, b-tch i d-ck ’em down and deuce ’em
i ain’t even trippin’, hit the boulevard and lose ’em
cruisin’ real slow while i sip on the cruiser
you n-gg-s talking down, but you n-gg-s is some losers
b-tch i’m a winner, shinin’ since the beginning
it’s that boy thug boss i’m still getting

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