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wtm solid - h-town lyrics

[verse 1]
with a ball in my court, know this sh+t don’t mean nothin’
he got that green+ass pop, sh+t look like a street sign
made lil’ baby come up off the head like she doin’ freestyles
way sh+t goin’, swear i feel like pac, all eyes on me now
yeah, my n+gga, go ‘head, shoot your shot, i’ma clean the rebound
n+gga burnin’ bridges ’cause he finished, seen that sh+t too many times

[chorus]
toss my n+gga ace of chase, he wiped that b+tch clean out
ooh, that’s mad racks, bustin’ on her, had to wipe her down, boosie badazz
i be wonderin’ what the f+ck i’m doin’, make ’em mad at me
i’m that n+gga, 2k for a f+ckin’ backpack

[verse 2]
snake on my head, fn hit him where his hat at
we’ve been ballin’ for so long, f+ck our super max at
the sh+t you seen, i seen that sh+t twice, i’m like grandad
goin’ rack for rack with us, we throwin’ racks until they laugh at you
he know i hit his b+tch, he can’t even f+ck, he havin’ flashbacks
y’all just crash out, hit each other like mark sanchez
dms, that’s like my f+ckin’ brother, brook and robin lopez
b+tches need this, n+ggas need that, i can’t even spend my own bread
i’m pouring mud in h+town with a b+tch that’s thicker than cornbread
can’t use my lil’ n+gga, use your own legs
run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up what my soul sayin’
cut into a b+tch, i’m tryna rock like uzi, ain’t no role playin’
all my friends green, pink, blue and dead, i ain’t got no friends
all that playin’, if we get to sprayin’, won’t be no chance
we got friends f+ck around, tat the gang on they forehead
here go an m for sittin’ on your ass, said, “no, man”
i’m a goat, i’m a f+ckin’ dog, need four legs
you’s a ho and a f+ckin’ fraud, do no scams
i went shopping just for one coat, told ’em, “four bands”
n+gga, i’m my own man, i’ve been that since we was kids
woke up, n+ggas walk like me, feel like playboi carti now
[chorus]
toss my n+gga ace of chase, he wiped that b+tch clean out
ooh, that’s mad racks, bustin’ on her, had to wipe her down, boosie badazz
i be wonderin’ what the f+ck i’m doin’, make ’em mad at me
i’m that n+gga, 2k for a f+ckin’ backpack

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