[Intro]
Know what I’m sayin’
We just some young Texas niggas
Hol’ Up
Thugga
[Verse 1: Slim Thug]
We ride Forgies in Florence clothes
Black doors on fours
Forty pointers in the bizzle
Put on Ferragamo on clothes
Put on car shows for hoes
Making sure we get chose
Once you see the wrist glow
That’s when you see your bitch go
Bad bitches love bosses and them big exotic houses
She takin’ selfies in the stars
In the red room we flossin’
Never askin’ what it costs
Cash out and I’m gone
I know you haters can’t believe I’m gettin’ paper this long
My old schools is new
Only bosses in my crew
I’m a hustler motherfucker, you can’t do what I do
Every year something new that’s boss like tradition
Meet with the mayor in the mornin’
No more cookin’ in kitchens
Know what I’m sayin’
We just some young Texas niggas
Hol’ Up
Thugga
[Verse 1: Slim Thug]
We ride Forgies in Florence clothes
Black doors on fours
Forty pointers in the bizzle
Put on Ferragamo on clothes
Put on car shows for hoes
Making sure we get chose
Once you see the wrist glow
That’s when you see your bitch go
Bad bitches love bosses and them big exotic houses
She takin’ selfies in the stars
In the red room we flossin’
Never askin’ what it costs
Cash out and I’m gone
I know you haters can’t believe I’m gettin’ paper this long
My old schools is new
Only bosses in my crew
I’m a hustler motherfucker, you can’t do what I do
Every year something new that’s boss like tradition
Meet with the mayor in the mornin’
No more cookin’ in kitchens
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