Shaun Sloan Texas Lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayo, Chrxs always drippy)
(Trademark)

[Chorus]
I try to wash my hands but I love her too much, I just gotta keep my head strong
The streets will eat you alive, I been outside gripping on the pistol paranoid, yeah
This hard work, this ain't luck, got your hand out, back then ain't give me nothing
Where I'm from they ask you where you from all the time
If she give that p*ssy up, that girl was never mine
I'ma double back with a bad bitch, she on my side

[Verse 1]
Say she from LA, she live in Texas, book that flight
And I done took some chances, reminiscing about my life
Hospital days, can't find a vein, I'm alright
My son going through the same thing, he gon' fight
Sickle cеll in my body got me waking up at night
Drop the top and we flying, nеver slipping when we slide
One fifteen on this Patek and I ain't even set the time
This ain't a fifty-seven, I had to get the fifty-nine
Even though I love you, I can't let go of my pride
Plus these niggas scheming, I won't let 'em take what's mine
I come from the mud, I thank God I'm still alive

[Chorus]
I try to wash my hands but I love her too much, I just gotta keep my head strong
The streets will eat you alive, I been outside gripping on the pistol paranoid, yeah
This hard work, this ain't luck, got your hand out, back then ain't give me nothing Where I'm from they ask you where you from all the time
If she give that p*ssy up, that girl was never mine
I'ma double back with a bad bitch, she on my side
[Verse 2]
Everything I make was on my own, ain't give me nothing
Only f*cking with a young nigga 'cause I'm up, yeah
And I know if I ain't had this shit she wouldn't come round here
Check clear, leaving Vegas, I'm moving moms to the beach, yeah
Chanel bag, Chanel bucket, she got Chanel seats, yeah
YSL denim, I keep Forces on my feet, yeah
Tennis chains twenty-five pointers cost like thirty
Need a bitch that hold it down even when I do you dirty
Need an appointment to get that Birkin bag, [?]
Girl, why you give that p*ssy up? You know that shit hurt me
Swerving in that G-Wag, we arguing and cursing
Take the exit, go to the crib, I'ma make that girl...

[Chorus]
I try to wash my hands but I love her too much, I just gotta keep my head strong
The streets will eat you alive, I been outside gripping on the pistol paranoid, yeah
This hard work, this ain't luck, got your hand out, back then ain't give me nothing
Where I'm from they ask you where you from all the time
If she give that p*ssy up, that girl was never mine
I'ma double back with a bad bitch, she on my side

[Outro]
I'm in an AMG too turnt, come outside

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