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Yo, aye look 5th wheel straight hangin Rip the grain, I'm swingin It's Texas all on my roof boy Ain't no point in me changing On 45, trunk bangin From fair park to south acres I hit big T's and I hit kings In the same day no playin I'm whippin, I'm dippin though the great state of Texas I used to rock the gold, tall tees with a necklace My car wasn't mean but I kept that thing clean Paint chiped, couple dents And the breaks shoots a scream Oh well, I feel gotta let that trunk knock Hear me beatin down yo block And my car just stopped again Man, my gas gauge don't work I can't tell how much gas I got mane Let it whip I let it whip See? I let it whip Hold up Let it whip Paul Wall baby SongtexteAll ready (Verse) I pull up, trunk bumpin like a bad shade Speakers blastin next july with the trunk raised Four tires lookin fresher than a pair of J's Seven cars right behind me in this laborate I'm a pro, I work the wood like a carpenter Everybody tippin down, no bartender Candy paint, make em take my picture off in er Money on my phone like a telemarketer I weave the Llac through traffic like Malaysian hell My fifth wheel bow down like it's time for prayer All speakers in the trunk, roll no spare Paint job, 10 racks for 10 thousand stairs (Verse) Yea sir Hey look yo car might be rusty Your ride might be old But that thing get you from A to B So go and put the thing on the road Mane you ain't gotta be stuntin Got a good job, a little money Aye you don't need no car no You debt free and then frontin They struggling You pray for it, you ain't sittin on the bus and You got 4 wheels, I got low bills and that's so weird, it's 100 That's factory, don't play that That's Japanese, we gon say that Don't let me crack in yo roof with stacks Well I'm cool with that so don't lay back Don't need a Benz and no Maybach No CD player, got a track You old school, that show cool Don't let nobody say jack Just ride, don't let them kill yo vibe Yo air don't work? Go and let them windows down And let that thing whip Aus Songtexte Mania