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Texas It Wasn T Me

had given him the extra key All this time he was standing there He never took his eyes off me It wasn't me It wasn't me ...

Now these motherfuckers know we carry mo' heat than a little bit We don't pull it out over little shit And if you catch a lick when I spit, then it won't

Yeah, it?s like wakin? up from a bad dream (America) Just to figure out you wasn?t dreamin? in the first place If all I saw was gangsters comin? up as

rest Went from the shorts to the projects, the ones in the hilltop I like it in the hood but that wasn't my bus stop I made it out to Dallas, mob pimpin

fan I ain't tripping, you can play it again Don't fight the feeling, life is me I rock shows in Nashville, Tennessee It wasn't "Hee Haw," so don't laugh

right, that's right do yo' thang baby, do yo' thang Yeah and it don't quit but bitch please get yo' hand off my grip Now that's right and it don't stop

how my dick head is Flow infectious, give me ten seconds I'll have a buzz bigger than insects in Texas It's funny how wasn't nobody interested 'Til

the doors You ain't gotta worry about nothing, the world is yours Ain't no mo' struggles my nigga and no mo' stripe I kept it real because to me it's

to those couple of hoes damn you and you payin' them hoes and that wasn't complementray mode it's like that and that's the way that it goes, bitch