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Commin' Down
by
Mistah F.a.b.
Featuring(s) : Bun B, Slim Thug, Paul Wall & Z-Ro
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[Z-Ro] Dig these blues homie Damn right I'm on 22's homie The bass hitting so hard 11 times a week I gotta replace the fuse homie It's a jungle inside my ride Alligator skin is like everywhere Me allergic to regular weed So if it ain't kush homie don't put it in the air Yeah I'm riding round and I'm getting it Baby ain't got no time to be hitting it And you know the limousine tint mean Mind yo mother f*cking business That candy paint so black look like a licorice stick He outside of a Bentley in his house shoes What type of nigga is this The type that will put swangas on a Caravan yes I am that man With my name on the grill And ma name on all the swangas Too straight like that man My arms strong as a motherf*cker From lifting lambo doors Homie you know you balling when you start buying cars to match yo clothes Got a stash box for that good grass Got a stash box for that work too Got my styrofoam filled to the brim my nigga If you make me spill it ima hurt you Screwed up click until I can't say it no more And I know the DJ gon play this until he can't play it no more [Mistah F.A.B.] Coming down making noise Candy paint on all my toys Gripping wood sipping good What you know about it boy What you know about it boy Uh! What you know about it boy Coming down making noise Candy paint on all ma toys Gripping wood sipping good What you know about it boy What you know about it boy Uh! What you know about it boy [Mistah F.A.B.] Ay let me ride! Still riding down the block can't speed through Going two miles per hour making sure they see you Trued up and I'm louied up that screw stuff in my new cup My top down and my music loud And I only listen to Too $hort, Pimp C and Bun B Cause them all of my OGs Ball so hard this shit crazy You can call me Kobe Pimp so hard your bitch pay me She must have thought that I was Goldie I'm skating on ice like a goalie And I when I'm coming down I'm touching the whole street [Paul Wall] I'm coming down like a sales price on them 4's Lights on, trunk open, subs all 0's Searching for that dough, eyes open for that paper Candy apple over silver holding like a staker Vogue tires only anything else is blasphemy Breaking boys off add em to my list of casualties Vape and wax slabs in the slab with that Mistah F.A.B Paul Wall baby, paint dripping like a dab [Mistah F.A.B.] Coming down making noise Candy paint on all ma toys Gripping wood sipping good What you know about it boy What you know about it boy Uh! What you know about it boy Coming down making noise Candy paint on all ma toys Gripping wood sipping good What you know about it boy What you know about it boy Uh! What you know about it boy [Slim Thug] What you know bout Texas And how them boys be flexin Right next to them Mexicans They big bankroll checkin Repping for ma city so all my cars pretty And all my broads pretty I got some up in yo city They go dumb up on my dick everytime I touch down By the way I got a package, it just touched down We smoking bay here where I stay Gone off that home grown I stay smoking like Cheech and Chong Trippy stick got a nigga blown Bad bitch rolling with me must ain't got no panties on Or her ass so fat I can't see the thong Bay chick got me sprung send me hella drank I fell in love when she gave me the plug on [?] I can't leave her I need her I treat her Like she a queen gotta keep baby on team Gotta keep making this green Killing boys in them lows f*ck it, I'm a ghost rider, slab then walk next to my 4s [Mistah F.A.B.] Coming down making noise Candy paint on all ma toys Gripping wood sipping good What you know about it boy What you know about it boy Uh! What you know about it boy Coming down making noise Candy paint on all ma toys Gripping wood sipping good What you know about it boy What you know about it boy Uh! What you know about it boy [Bun B] Trill OG, Bun B straight up out that T-E-X On that southern swag So you know you gots to see me next Candy paint and all that smoking on a ball bat Riding in the saddle boy but I don't wear no tall hat New era's the snapbacks Not them ten gallons And I don't ride on a horse But I might come through with a stallion That denim with no chaps Just gangsta ass raps With my nephew Mistab FABBY You know all we make is slaps Gimme dap, make it good mayne, when I'm in yo hood mayne Riding in that Cadillac and gripping on that wood grain Make it understood, plain and simple if you slow And if you come from the ghetto playa you already know Keep it G from head to toe If I'm lying may he strike me And if you didn't hate me maybe you could do it like me Its UGK for life, I'm riding for that Chad So when you see a playa shining Show him love he acting bad Hold up
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