Slammin’ Doors Trae tha Truth (Ft. Young Buck)

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[Intro: Young Buck]
Trae, mayne
Man, I'm feelin' so H-Town right now, my nigga
This big ass white ass cup
You know what I mean?

[Chorus: DJ Screw & Young Buck]
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
I know they see me out here, right?
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Ridin' all through this H-town street, do you understand me?
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Real niggas do real things
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
So your hood should be in the air right now
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Oh, I know you all see us out here, right?
Let's go, Trae

[Verse 1: Young Buck]
So much candy paint, all of this Codeine
Them plastic white cups, 84's on everything
I got my khakis creased, heavy stars, I'm H-town
Just got off the phone with Jay Prince, they 'bout to hate now
I'm throwed, slowly movin' down this road
What don't kill you makes you stronger I was told
So I carries the load, two thousand pounds of dro
I just sold like, I can get myself up out this hoe
I'm slammin' them doors