Young Thug - Texas Love lyrics

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Young Thug - Texas Love lyrics

[Verse 1] I got more hoes than Kanye West clothes These b**hes swallowin' and jumping like a f**in' toad Wanna kiss your body, it's a lot, but hey Ms. Jackson Bae don't worry bout em I got 'em woah Fendi with Prada, need no stylists I dress clothes Dressing in style and Pat Rileys I'mma let you ride it while I bite it Aye baby can we lay up, can we lay up Black n***a at the court counter there with a mink coat on Got a fat a** and some D cups on Call her at Popeyes, we can link up later on n***a aired out the spot now we can't link later on I just want to flirt with you, want to flirt with you ya Took it straight from a boy Now I don't know what to do with you ya I don't care what y'all think n***a just do you aye I was teachin' my dawg like I was Blues Clues aye I just picked a 40 up on the back end Got lil mama in the room running back in I just popped a molly now I'm going back in No features I don't do features I don't like leeches and I done had enough of these leakers yea [Hook] If Texas love was a drug (You'd belong to me) If Texas love was a drug (You'd belong to me) If Texas, Texas, Texas was a drug If Texas, Texas, Texas was a drug, drug, drug, drug, drug [Break] Drug, drug, drug I gahdamn Sell the f** out I mean I wouldn't be able to keep a pack You know what I'm saying How you digg that [Verse 2] You can take a ride through the lime light I can take a ride through the wild life I can kick game like the Pied Piper YSL Denzel sniper Hundred bands in the damn Bible I got a hundred bodies and they all idols I first heard that they all 'bout it But these n***as ain't even fightas And these n***as ain't even buyers I heard they leasing everything they ridin' in And all they kids pa**ed out in the play pen Made a million dollars I'm amazing They was popping collars I was patient That's a ma**ive foul n***a flagrant Got on hella chains like a slave b**h And I'm at it never comtemplatin' n***a gripping tan up the damn street R.I.P. to Bankroll Fresh street n***as ridin' tan up the S40 The Maserati like the Kash Doll When the drought come bring them bands up I'm in LA bring the plaid out Put the monkey b**hes lookin' sad out Watch a rich n***a issue cash out [Hook] If Texas love was a drug (You'd belong to me) If Texas love was a drug (You'd belong to me) If Texas, Texas, Texas was a drug If Texas, Texas, Texas was a drug, drug, drug, drug, drug [Outro] I said if Texas love was a drug I would never give it up I would do a hundred year 'bout it Long as it get me right Long as it get me round I'mma burn the house down If Texas was a drug If Texas showed the love I meant, they showed love so if Texas was a drug I'd never never share I want it all in my belly I wan it all in my neck I want it all in my hair I want it all on my bae I want it all in my spot I want it all in the mansion I want to f** on your thot Your baby momma at the spot You was tripping cause I had your baby momma at the spot She was with my hoe though n***a