Amber London - Texas Phonk 1998 lyrics

[intro] Shout out Lil B [Verse 1] I'm that real a** b**h 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**h 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***as gonna hate on the south side state? Only b**h 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** with them cops, I don't f** with them fakes I know some south side n***as that bust ya head for the cake I be out in New York Be that b**h in the A If a n***a 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** with your girl, mane, you know that I got it Never question your b**h n***a you know that I'm bout it I be down for k**ing 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***a 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***a? Don't give a damn what it do I be coming down n***a I be jamming the Screw Got the coke in my bra Half a gram in my shoe If a b**h n***a 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***as say they the truth but they cancel and poof My music just like s** a lap dance in the booth b**h 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**ing these hoes Raider Klan xx we consider them cold, hoe Yeah it's that Texas Phonk for your a** 1998 we in this mothaf**er 2.7.5. H town in this motherf**er you better recognize b**h