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Damn, Duke, this shit wavy Pounds of that Bobby, keys of that Whitney Gallons of that DJ Screw, baby, come sip with me Pounds, pounds of that Bobby, keys of that Whitney Gallons, gallons of that DJ Screw, baby, come sip with me We′re third coast holdin', pop trunk I′m controlin' Waste a lot of money, still pockets stay swollen We're third coast holdin′, pop trunk I′m controlin' Waste a lot of money, still pockets stay swollen I got Bobby by the pine, I got Whitney by the key I get pussy for the free, I′m having bowls by the pea, yeah Smokin' on this lot, I′ve done to shake the equator Hit the condo with my load, and broke the whole elevator N.R.G. tell Gators 223's for these haters Long Starbucks, we get paper, we don′t fuck with no traders They thought lil' German fell off, nah I just took a hiatus FBI all on my dick, they know I'm a big heavy waiter I′m still dripping, still sipping, I got shipments still waiting Nigga, I come straight up out the East, went bought a mansion in Cayden When I smile, you′ve seen glass, when I talk, you hear cash I got a slab up in the shop, I'm going digital on the dash, nigga Pounds of that Bobby, keys of that Whitney Gallons of that DJ Screw, baby, come sip with me Letras de cancionesPounds, pounds of that Bobby, keys of that Whitney Gallons, gallons of that DJ Screw, baby, come sip with me We′re third coast holdin', pop trunk I′m controlin' Waste a lot of money, still pockets stay swollen We′re third coast holdin', pop trunk I'm controlin′ Waste a lot of money, still pockets stay swollen It′s the foreign wheel operator Crowd to see wild, single line neat table Spillin' flavor, down in Texas holdin′ lots of paper Holdin' salt and pepper, stand, we about to shake ′em Black and white seats inside tuxedo I'm done parked a turkey leg as I crawled Almeida Quaking paint seal in the front by the heater Women loving the expense anytime the sauce meet ′em Swing down streets, polter walk when we ride From 288, I-10 to 45 She asked to see that, and she couldn't believe her eyes She's sucking while I drive with my syrup on her thighs Pounds of that Bobby, keys of that Whitney Gallons of that DJ Screw, baby, come sip with me Pounds of that Bobby, keys of that Whitney Gallons of that DJ Screw, baby, come sip with me We′re third coast holdin′, pop trunk I'm controlin′ Waste a lot of money, still pockets stay swollen We're third coast holdin′, pop trunk I'm controlin′ Waste a lot of money, still pockets stay swollen Swing down sweet cherry top, let me ride Winning championships in Houston, feeling just like I'm Clyde or Hakeem I'm a money fiend, count it up and stack it real Tall as Yao Ming or stack it tall as Wimby, ain′t on me ′cause it's in me Can′t catch me drippin' sauce ′til the whole bottle empty Might hit the dirty bay with O.T. to count some chicken Then it's back to the dub with them young niggas winnin′ and grinnin' Since we talk about grinnin', check my smile These marquises on my T-shirt cost more than sixty thous′ Slab movin′ like a cow, begeteen, bling, blout Never goin' out of style, still got pounds of that loud Wow, damn, uh-uh, know what I′m sayin'? On sauce, Jairmy man Butter seats, chrome feet, 415′s to make it beat I'm from Texas, so a clean Cadillac I gotta keep I might nut up in your freak, she swapped your car for plan B, plan C She gon′ leave your ass and try to run off with me 288 to the South, I'm sliding through the FPT From the North, to the East, I'm serving pegs, to your peeps Expensive taste, a hundred dollar plates, every time I eat I caught the case, gave my lawyer 50k and it got beat Still got pounds of exotic Fuck yo, plug, come shop with me Newest drop straight from Cali Come correct, this shit not cheap, man Pounds of that Bobby, keys of that Whitney Gallons of that DJ Screw, baby, come sip with me Pounds of that Bobby, keys of that Whitney Gallons of that DJ Screw, baby, come sip with me We′re third coast holdin′, pop trunk I'm controlin′ Waste a lot of money, still pockets stay swollen We're third coast holdin′, pop trunk I'm controlin′ Waste a lot of money, still pockets stay swollen (down) From Letras Mania