[Part I]
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[Intro]
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Alright, man
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This what we gon do
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If you got love, H-Town, put your deuces up, put your Hs up one time to my brother, DJ Screw
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Ayy
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Put your Hs up now
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[Chorus]
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Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah
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Can I get a woah, woah, oh, woah, woah? Yeah
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[Verse]
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Friday night, Im out with the guys
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You already called me five times
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Drinks are flowing, catching my vibe
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Blue bubbles are blowing up my line
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You got friends too, no one told you stay inside, go live your life
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Your life
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Textin me, “Dont bother comin home,” as if the crib aint mine
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Whats on your mind? (Your mind) Your mind
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Wait on you to sober up the next day cause thats when you realize, talkin on some, oh, damn, I am trippin
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Vaping while youre typin on a mission
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Maya Angelou off seven shots of 42, your words are cuttin deep, your words are hittin different
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All you gotta do is (All you gotta do)
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All you gotta do is (All you gotta do)
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Hop on 85, drive right past A&M (Past A&M)
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Its rainin in Houston, were not arguing again
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All this time youve been around me
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You dont spend a penny round me
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Friends are extra friendly round me
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[Chorus]
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If you love me, can I get a woah, woah, woah, woah, woah? (Woah) Yeah
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Can I get a woah, woah, woah, woah? Yeah
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[Part II]
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[Verse]
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Ayy, hop on 85, right past A&M
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Its rainin in Houston, were not arguing again
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Hop on 85, right past A&M
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Girl, you know the way and were not arguing again
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Its rainin in Houston, my love
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The streets are empty, mood is already fucked up
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So why make it worse if you could pull up?
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I know you like it toxic, youre used to it, love
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Rather spend my energy boosting you up
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Gassing you up, these American guys
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Are something different, they just talk looser than us
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You say I talk proper, it suits me, my love
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All these tables, booths, you want hookah, my love
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Im pulling strings, shit could get acoustic, my love
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Corner booth and pineapple juice in your cup
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Blicky on us these days, its a glue stick, my love
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I know you always say its just music, my love
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But these guys would die to see me losing, my love
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The hate from this year alone is confusing, my love
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I cant see things getting much smoother, my love
