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Текст (слова) песни: Lil` Keke - Don`t Mess Wit Texas

Put your stones in dust and worn, South Coast raised and born
Have a place you get broke loose and catch the Texas long horn
Up that ass, when I blast, claimin` South East H-Town
Bakin` cakes stackin` hate makin` playahaters break down
If you`re lookin` for an exit, cause Houston on the wreck shit
T-e-x-a-s is the state you don`t mess wit
Cock the tech, spit, and check shit to vest
Where respect shit from north to east
Well connected with the west
It`s the 3rd Coast creepin` `round the corner
Rockin` birds, sippin` serb, puffin` marijuana
Screwed-Up Click roll deep and we kick it Down South
Pop the lip, try to trip, get you with the sawed off
Find your boy, bring the north twelve Atlant` on the map
Bailin` through the Texas street with my hand on my strap
Every hour on the hour born doubtin` bout rexis
Leaving you chestless if you`re vestless, don`t mess wit Texas

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Texas, that`s us, and in glocks we trust, cause uh
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Glock 9`s we bust and there`s no fucking wit us, cause uh
Marsh shit don`t thrill me, haters wanna kill me
Lil` Keke representin` Texas, so try to feel me
Marsh shit don`t thrill me, haters wanna kill me
Southside Houston, Texas, so try to feel me

Cross the line at the point, to this lonestar state
And create drastic c`s, lil` the kid can`t make
Bustin` sounds out in the Talon to this world-wide tower
Take myself and then I bust, the other 9 don`t matter
Ain`t no wustle in Calies I used to think that was slow
It`s automatics that`ll catch you at this Texan`s front do`
Lifestyles like Frank White, facin` Kapone
Stackin` cheese, takin` my keys, when you went through the zone
Tell your colleage you won`t want this
North sides took over
9 times out of 10 I makin` it out, I doubt it
Fairy tales and riddles, cut you sweet down the middle
Fill in with weed to succeed how I`m plottin` to kill ya
Cowboys and neeyas, gangbangers and dopeslangers
Pull the Southern angle glock 2-1 in the chamber
So Lisa Lee, to the publicist who not try test us
You find yourself restless tryin` to fuck with Texas

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Texas, that`s us, and in glocks we trust, cause uh
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Glock 9`s we bust and there`s no fucking wit us, cause uh
Marsh shit don`t thrill me, haters wanna kill me
Lil` Keke representin` Texas, so try to feel me
Marsh shit don`t thrill me, haters wanna kill me
Southside Houston, Texas, so try to feel me

Feel the ill, yield the yield, Texas hands no fear
Strapped with full metal gear, makin` it loud and clear
Takin` advantage, you can`t manage, I`m a Southside avouce
So lay it down, or be found, as the chains of massacre
I`m askin` ya to chill, better yet try to feel
Stackin` mills down the kilo, gang related for real
Here`s the deal, 9 to 10, everythang I want even
If I`m in then you spin, here`s the key to the Benz
Fuck a friend in this game, cause it`s all about greed
Tech 9, red beam, and a murderin` team
Yeah we`re close to the border so won`t you put in your order
Pound of weed, chug of water, half a chicken or quarter
Puffin` harder at the bottom cause we gainin` respect
Might check, I select, soly Texas connected
You respected Ke to hate, but I set it all straight
Brain or chest plate, it`s the lonestar state

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Texas, that`s us, and in glocks we trust, cause uh
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Glock 9`s we bust and there`s no fucking wit us, cause uh
Marsh shit don`t thrill me, haters wanna kill me
Lil` Keke representin` Texas, so try to feel me
Marsh shit don`t thrill me, haters wanna kill me
Southside Houston, Texas, so try to feel me

 

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