Texas Love Young Thug

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[Verse 1]
I got more hoes than Kanye West clothes
These bitches swallowin' and jumping like a fuckin' toad
Wanna kiss your body, it’s a lot, but hey Ms. Jackson
Bae don't worry bout em I got 'em woah
Fendi with Prada, need no stylists I dress clothes
Dressing in style and Pat Rileys
I'mma let you ride it while I bite it
Aye baby can we lay up, can we lay up
Black nigga at the court counter there with a mink coat on
Got a fat ass and some D cups on
Call her at Popeyes, we can link up later on
Nigga aired out the spot now we can't link later on
I just want to flirt with you, want to flirt with you ya
Took it straight from a boy
Now I don't know what to do with you ya
I don't care what y'all think nigga just do you aye
I was teachin' my dawg like I was Blues Clues aye
I just picked a 40 up on the back end
Got lil mama in the room running back in
I just popped a molly now I'm going back in
No features I don't do features
I don't like leeches and I done had enough of these leakers yea

[Hook]
If Texas love was a drug (You’d belong to me)
If Texas love was a drug (You’d belong to me)
If Texas, Texas, Texas was a drug
If Texas, Texas, Texas was a drug, drug, drug, drug, drug