Slim Thug - Holy Water Flow lyrics

(Intro) It’s about that time man I’m squad H Town It’s time to get it (Verse) Back to work, grindin til it hurt Mixin up the purp, twistin up the purp Hoggin since birth, the realest on earth Hog like shirt, got me work without work You got a bad b**h, too bad I hit first Paid 5 now who ain’t mine? Got I’m feeling thirsty Put them n***as in a hearse, whip game k** em Choppas in the bag, I ain’t gon conceil em On another million, tryna feed my children I ain’t gon stop, stack it to the ceiling sponsored links Million after million, million after million I ain’t gon stop, watch me stack it to the ceiling You saying that was fast when you see that rrari pa** Murda tight the gas, wanna smash on the gas When I see your a** pa**, camera on flash Take a flick with yo b**h then I smash No cla**, same old thugger sh** if don’t hit, somebody gon f** er Smooth like bu*ter, you’ll never find another Gutta like me, that’s why these n***as don’t like me Hat low, gold chain, new kick Old school, loud pipes, new b**h New year, guess I’m on my new sh** n***as talkin loud but they won’t do sh** Walk into the club, smellin like a pine Had a dress code and I got some mo lime Blazzin up ho, now you can’t hit that This dick the only place you put yo lips at Sit back, let me put on this work plate Over yall, 50 b**hes think I’m bout that bird plate But I just rap ho, yea my car stroking Why them n***as gossip? I be stuntin on them a**holes Pa** low, let em see me in my flip Mama dropped the beat on 22nd of December That was back in ’85, now I drive an ‘86 I’m back to the future on Marty Mcfly as sh** Missed with that nagget, you blowed on my high b**h Nig because a n***a f**ed doesn’t mean that you my b**h k**in n***as, I’m spittin that loud sh** Rollin as a up, I‘m tryna get high b**h Take em to the crib and I’m letting em try sh** Take em to the mall and they watchin me buy sh** Cuz I ain’t bout to trick it, you can help me get it Let me dial a motherf**er, stay sh**tin on you gimmicks n***a (Verse) Money and the power, smoking on the sour Hit the gas, hit it, Maserati engine growl sh**tin on em, movin through the traffic like a ball Watching everybody here turn around like a owl Slow coupe, getting to that paper with a focused mind I do mine while they story tellin, no lyin We grind so the money all accounted for I don’t pay my bills, that’s why my accountant for Mo gas than the Kamako, rolled up and lit Pouring up the double cup with my partner fish Codeine and Coca-Cola, you might think I’m trippin The bucks I’m getting so a f** I’m not giving Post up like Griffin when I’m mashin for them Benjis Light up that hindu and wash it down with frenchies I’m sittin in the Kodas, everything on polders Drank stains on my shirt, leave me with the stock brokers Hold up