Young CEO

Young CEO - I'm From Houston lyrics

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feat. Slim Thug

I got wills for a few blocks, hard top, two drops

Pull up in the Lamb for your bitch, like what up

Niggas ain’t beefing with a hamburger

Got niggas that will kidnap and murder

I buy ARs and FMs, burn it to your head, make you kill your best friend

But we sticking to the scrip, though

What’s a million to a billion, nigga, flip though

Hand out, skip though

Couple strippers, up a dream, pay the rent though

I got Houston on a map, nigga

Daddy was a king and I’m a … nigga

Look nigga, I’m from Houston

Where them hoes stay bobbing

Niggas gonna sway, trunk popping

Nigga, I’m from Houston

Where the niggas stay shooting

We the reason why them niggas pawn deuces

Nigga, I’m from Houston

Where them niggas swaying wide, though

North side, South side, hoe

Nigga, I’m from Houston

No kush, no herb, and petty niggas get a lot murdered

Nigga, I’m from Houston

Got it tatted on my back

I keep a white cup and a candy on the lap

Crew slow mo, rap slow mo

Roll solo unless I roll with a hoe

No side nigga that got rich

Still in the hood like I ain’t got shit

In the club every night like I ain’t got hits

With a bunch of hogs, yeah, they got bricks

Me and Justin, that’s up for showing ass

Coming out the roof with the ace, no glass

Just bottles, no dunks, just models, own a nigga dick

Look nigga, I’m from Houston

Where them hoes stay bobbing

Niggas gonna sway, trunk popping

Nigga, I’m from Houston

Where the niggas stay shooting

We the reason why them niggas pawn deuces

Nigga, I’m from Houston

Where them niggas swaying wide, though

North side, South side, hoe

Nigga, I’m from Houston

No kush, no herb, and petty niggas get a lot murdered

Nigga, I’m from Houston

Had a chopper back in middle school

Living room with a swimming pool

Bad bitches, had ten of those

Count them out, way too many foes

If we in it, then we on it, hoe

Black car, little nigga, only 24

You broke niggas, swiping on swiping

Hoes being on like door, no wifies

Put my name on the cake, no icing

Make sure you spell Jas Prince, no hyphen

Louis shoes on while I’m typing

Smack her on her ass ‘cause she like it

Look nigga, I’m from Houston

Where them hoes stay bobbing

Niggas gonna sway, trunk popping

Nigga, I’m from Houston

Where the niggas stay shooting

We the reason why them niggas pawn deuces

Nigga, I’m from Houston

Where them niggas swaying wide, though

North side, South side, hoe

Nigga, I’m from Houston

No kush, no herb, and petty niggas get a lot murdered

Nigga, I’m from Houston

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