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C3, bitch [Intro: BeatKing] Hol up, bitch Ima one take this so if I fuck up press spacebar Hol up Texas Hammers [Chorus: BeatKing] Hood nigga, all about my dough (hol up, bitch) Never ever ever let a nigga play me like a ho (no) Never let a bitch hit a lick (I can't do it) I can't give a bitch shit, but she can suck a nigga dick, ayy (woo) I'm from H-Town, where niggas jack (hol up, bitch, ayy) Never leave your house without your motherfuckin strap You just got that red, it ain't no more ac (no more [?]) Ayy, mix it with the Xans, she gon throw that pussy back Man, Beatking... [Verse 1: BeatKing] Everything I got, I got it slow (hol up) Never asked nobody for nothing, couldn't be nobody ho, ayy Studewood Texas, that's that north (ayy, ayy) Money on my mind, my dick in your ho mouth, ayy Club Godzilla, bitch I swoop through (skrt skrt) Bad bitch with me, and my coupe blue (skrt skrt) She gon fuck me, and my crew too She don't need no hands like a Bluetooth (Club God) Hold up, bitch pop a Perc, watch what it do to me (ooh) Cut a fuck nigga off, that shit ain't new to me (yeah) Trunk disturbing the peace, just like Luda be You ain't talking money, then you talking screw to me [Chorus: BeatKing] Hood nigga, all about my dough (hol up, bitch) Never ever ever let a nigga play me like a ho (no) Never let a bitch hit a lick (I can't do it) I can't give a bitch shit, but she can suck a nigga dick, ayy (woo) I'm from H-Town, where niggas jack (hol up, bitch, ayy) Never leave your house without your motherfuckin strap You just got that red, it ain't no more ac (no more [?]) Ayy, mix it with the Xans, she gon throw that pussy back [Verse 2: Z-Ro] I'm sorry, but I had to long dick your broad She cool, but she be grabbing on my dick so hard It be turning purple, she taking this shit so far Johnny Dang, boy you done lit up my wrist so hard Heard I bought a bitch a watch, I don't recall that Can't be Johnny Blaze, fine, I ain't gon call that Can be a [?] red bitch, or a tall black ho Wifey material, [?] dog ass ho Mo City Texas where I'm from I never not represent my hood, I am the Mo City don I'm a pimp, not a trick, I ain't looking for no ass Where your purse at, bitch, you know I'm looking for your cash [Chorus: BeatKing] Hood nigga, all about my dough (hol up, bitch) Never ever ever let a nigga play me like a ho (no) Never let a bitch hit a lick (I can't do it) I can't give a bitch shit, but she can suck a nigga dick, ayy (woo) I'm from H-Town, where niggas jack (hol up, bitch, ayy) Never leave your house without your motherfuckin strap You just got that red, it ain't no more ac (no more [?]) Ayy, mix it with the Xans, she gon throw that pussy back