Alright, man This what we gon' do If you got love, H-town, put your deuces up, put your H's up one time to my brother, DJ Screw Ayy Put your H's up now
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah Can I get a woah, woah, oh, woah, woah? Yeah
Friday night, I'm out with the guys You already called me five times Drinks are flowing, catching my vibe Blue bubbles are blowing up my line You got friends too, no one told you stay inside, go live your life Your life Textin' me, "Don't bother comin' home," as if the crib ain't mine What's on your mind? (Your mind) Your mind Wait on you to sober up the next day 'cause that's when you realize, talkin' on some, oh, damn, I am trippin' Vaping while you're typin' on a mission Maya Angelou, '07, shots of '42, your words are cuttin' deep, your words are hittin' different All you gotta do is (All you gotta do) All you gotta do is (All you gotta do) Hop on 85, drive right past A&M (Past A&M) It's rainin' in Houston, we're not arguing again All this time you've been around me You don't spend a penny 'round me Friends are extra friendly 'round me
If you love me, can I get a woah, woah, woah, woah, woah? (Woah) Yeah Can I get a woah, woah, woah, woah? Yeah
Ayy, hop on 85, way past A&M Straight into Houston, we're not arguing again Hop on 85, way past A&M Girl, you know the way and we're not arguing again It's raining in Houston, my love The streets are empty, mood is already ****ed up So why make it worse if you could pull up? I know you like it toxic, you're used to it, love Rather spend my energy boosting you up Gassing you up, these American guys Are something different, they just talk looser than us You say I talk proper, it suits me, my love All these tables, booths, you want hookah, my love I'm pulling strings, shit could get acoustic, my love Corner booth and pineapple juice in your cup Blicky on us these days, it's a glue stick, my love I know you always say it's just music, my love But these guys would die to see me losing, my love The hate from this year alone is confusing, my love I can't see things getting much smoother, my love
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