Chase Slim Thug (Ft. M.U.G. & Scarface)

[Verse 1: Scarface]
I'm on the highway, buzzed from the contact
Her body nice, but her face look like a wombat
Guess where her tongue's at? All in my earhole
Breath smelling like warm beer, what a weirdo
Now look at here, ho, that shit is aggravating
I don't kiss 'em on the first date, but her imagination's
Running wild; this must have been her first time ghosting
And now she's got her nipples out, top's down, posting
Blunt still smoking, burning up my white seats
Pulling on my cargo's, trying to get to my Lee
I like the white freaks, they lawless when they go down
Hanging out my sunroof, panting to her toes now
I got to get up on the latest ho-down
Called up the other bitch I'm fucking, let her show out
I rarely go out, but when I do I'm whipping something rimmed-up
Two hundred forty thou, gripping real
Wood grain steering wheels
Y'all niggas tripping, I am FaceMob mobbing
All in the pimping
My nigga listen, I am still bout that dumb shit
South Side of H-Town, fuck where I'm from, bitch
I'll give you one wish, but after that it's lights out
And I am not James Toney, get the ice out
Cause I will dot them eyes like a student do
Style so versatile I'm confusing you
That's what the dude'll do, word to the motherfucker
Started off one way, switch it to the other
Cause a cold nigga do what the others can't do
Monotone-type rappers, what the fuck they gonna do?
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