Lil' Keke

[fox69]

"Bounce And Turn"
(feat. Phaz)

"Bounce And Turn"
(feat. Phaz)



Everybody knows that Bounce & Turn
Everybody know that Bounce & Turn, yeah
Everybody knows that Bounce & Turn
That Bounce & Turn, yeah, that Bounce & Turn

We're bouncin', 'n everybody knows that Bounce & Turn
We're bouncin', 'n everybody knows that Bounce & Turn
We're bouncin', 'n everybody knows that Bounce & Turn
We're bouncin', 'n everybody knows that Bounce & Turn

For the early my concernin', Yokohamas we're burnin'
Rippin' woodgrain, stunnin', while we're flossin' and turnin'
Yo body got me yearnin' as we floss away together
Anytime, any weather, watching screens on the leather
Wherever you are, and whoever ya be
There'll be a fucking and a sucking, same time blowin' trees
Can you see what I see, let your soul be free
Killuminati to the body, try to feel Keke
I'm on switches for the riches as I sit sideways
Put your body in a phase and your mind in a maze
You finish your part, made you scream and shout
Your rapture I caught, now you drank the dripped out
Let it begin before it end with your beautiful skin
It don't stop, drop the top, put your hair in the wind
You lookin' you listen, and a lesson you will learn
Puffin' weed puffin' sherm as we flossin' we turn, we're bouncin'

We're bouncin', 'n everybody knows that Bounce & Turn
We're bouncin', 'n everybody knows that Bounce & Turn
We're bouncin', 'n everybody knows that Bounce & Turn
We're bouncin', 'n everybody knows that Bounce & Turn

Well Chef Boyardee, is through cookin' ounces
Lyrical thesis side pieces sittin' crooked on my posses
It's a hot summer day, no time to play
Mix the serve with Alize now the business on its way
Of the strip, chrome blaze I'ma tip
Big o' mothership on a Southside flip
Let's rip, the streets, and then rip the sheets
In between I'ma be when I'm gone off them sweets
That's me, a kunda, keep it on the under
Body shake like thunder, I know your brain cells wonder
Why we rollin' and strollin', no more in I'm holdin'
Big paper I'm foldin', ain't a damn thang stolen
You're showin' your love, cause you know what it's made of
Rubber doves, full shrub, from the back and the tub
We can play parlay, cause this lesson will be learn
And Herschelwood Texas is still bouncin' and turnin'

We're bouncin', 'n everybody knows that Bounce & Turn
We're bouncin', 'n everybody knows that Bounce & Turn
We're bouncin', 'n everybody knows that Bounce & Turn
We're bouncin', 'n everybody knows that Bounce & Turn

Our weather's a river, and weather's so late
No mistakes I ain't a fake, watch the front-end break
Trunk pop it don't stop, rollin' round make it hop
3-wheel and kill when you come out to shop
Cause the serve got my thirsty, niggas wanna verse me
Raise up I'm on buck, and the place eh Hersche'
We was lost, now we found, thanks to Jam Down
Watch the whole click clown representin' H-Town
Together foreva, we be swatchin' chit chat
Breakin' niggas hats same time going plat'
So whether haters hate I got my papers I'm earnin'
Fuck 'em all, we gone ball, while we flossin' and turnin',
we're bouncin'

We're bouncin', 'n everybody knows that Bounce & Turn
We're bouncin', 'n everybody knows that Bounce & Turn
We're bouncin', 'n everybody knows that Bounce & Turn
We're bouncin', 'n everybody knows that Bounce & Turn

 

[fox69]

"Box Chevy"
(feat. Seven 13 Family & ESG)

"Box Chevy"
(feat. Seven 13 Family & ESG)



Okay, this how we ride
Turn up!

[Chorus:]
22s, 23s, 24s, 28s [x3]
All chromes on the box Chevy
I say down south we slam those (Chevy)
That's right, ole school on them 84s (Chevy)
We look good and my Chevy mean (Chevy)
I got my top off and I'm ridin clean (Chevy)

22s, 23s, 24s, 28s
I could be talkin bout rims, sports
I could be talkin bout weight
From the land with the skate
On threes or fours [?]
No deposit, no conversation
Drop it in the bank and then we straight
It's the Don and the king
What you seenin is 713
Longevity, somethin that alot you niggas ain't seen
And you know my team
Talk about more than just codin
East Coast, West Coast
Chicago, ATL, sippin I'll lean
I got 24 on this heavy plate
Cocaine on that Chevrolet
My leather red and my smoke grey
Lord bless me with a better way
These low pros don't kill hoes
I ain't the G that I say
I've been ridin aroun through H town
And I love the place that I stay
Ole shit with them new Lex
Roof back, that coop black
Bad bitch I go scoop that
Still blowin that fruit pack
My hood hot, my block here
When the streets packed we come through
My steak great, my cake straight
I'm ole school, that's somethin new
Let's go

[Chorus]

Me and [?] in the Chevy
Doin numbers, rims heavy
Trunk [?] jumpers
Freezin, it's silly
Glass like dunkin
Park her by the buildin
Black and chrome bumper
Them [?] glistenin
Red skin, pin stripes
Got that thing looking right
I'm feelin right, waffle up
Paul George, game night
All star, game tight
Trophy on that ass nice
It feels right, it feels right
Ready
My trap spot where my [?]
Gettin money, stackin money
Laughin at these clown suckers
Look at em, they actin funny
These lames bummy and crummy
Let em tell what they holdin
I got highly on the mally
And she rollin like she bowlin
Talkin bye, fuckin suckin
We side ways, won't it
She say she miss me
It's only been 5 days
You know me
My trap spot with my rap spot
That box Chevy with that stash pot
For that cash
And that block hot

[Chorus]

Bran new Chevy Tao sit that thing up on em 20s
Pull up at they Rupees
Take my new bitch on a dinner date
Say the rubber bandz gon cost a grip
I bought em anyway
Fillin my whip with petrol
Smoke that west coast, hit that interstate
Traffickin down 59
Pull me over I'm gon get time
Fuck it though, I'm hustlin bro
Betta get yours I'm gon get mine
Ridin like them Houston niggas
It's crazy what slabs will do to niggas
Have you feelin like you the shit
And bitch you tryin to chose a nigga
Get so much we crazy
I know she just wanna flip my car
You and her and her the only way you gon fuck a star
Ridin like I'm poster dry
Can't tell that I'm a Texas boy
She gon ride with me if she agree to get naked, boy
Rollin roun in that Chevy
Top down, blow brains
With a bad bitch, who got a bad bitch
And we out here, nigga back page
[?] when I poke out wide
Green and white, caught you by surprise
But it's 713 over everythang
And I thank you lord for these Chevys

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"By Myself"
(feat. 8Ball & Kevin Gates)

"By Myself"
(feat. 8Ball & Kevin Gates)



I'm on it, stay lonely, got to top down for myself
Stay lonely, lonely by myself
Stay lonely, lonely, by myself, by myself

Yeah, the fattest, mackest
Have summer charm in the biggest, blackest, statues global
But you can catch me in the streets
Poetry is what I write, novel killing in the beat
Green trees with my switcha ho
Doing a hundred tryin to keep the bitch up in the road
Marvin sang to me through the speakers
That roof crack me, niggas just to air it out a little
And I'm not answering the phone, I'm just
Just tryin to enjoy my zone
Money on my mind and a chest full of strong
Me and forty five so I'm really not alone

[Chorus:]
Stay rollin, I got the top down by myself
Stay rollin, rollin by myself
Gettin high all by myself
Stay rollin, rollin, by myself
I got the top down by myself
Stay rollin, rollin, rollin
Gettin high all by myself

Money deep but I still ain't lonely
The four five on me, sittin on somethin chromey
My homie told me he gonna try to ride this evening
I catch em later on, right now I'm blowin strong, gon
Flossing in a world of my own
Ain't really tryin to hear so I turned off the phone
The kush steady burning, top don turning
In love with my hustle so I 'm thinking bout my earnings
Oh yea, by the way, Texas where I stay
It's definitely all good I'm with Keke today
But I'm ok, hit the inner state and make me a loof
I'm in the suicide drop that mean I'm rollin the coupe
I'm by myself

[Chorus]

What should I say
My name Kevin Gates, people call me Kevin
And I rented six fifty blowing smoking up to the heaven
But that mean you should keep calm
Sleeves on each arm
Trees get chiefed on
Freaks we sleeped on
Percussion in the trunk or what others would call base
Old school hundreds containing small faces
In regard to weight kinda been gettin money
Really neva worked with no one spendin it fo me
Pockets, option
Inner state while I'm drivin in public, way out in public
Publicity when I'm shoppin
Lane change, change make
BWA just part of me bein me

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Camera On Me"
(feat. J Trax)

"Camera On Me"
(feat. J Trax)



Yeah
Somebody get the mothafuckin camera man

[Chorus:]
I'm posing like I took a selfie
Put that camera on me
I'm too fly, shit I can't help it
Put that camera on me
Shine that light, I like get the flashing
Like that camera on me
When I say I got that candy
Ain't no the camera on me
Click, click, click, click
I'm posing on em
Look how them hoes be on em
Neck and risk be frozen on em
Click, click, click, click
Bout to show this canon, bitch
You betta hope this pistol jam

Click, click, snap,snap
Oh yeah, the flash on
Let's get the riches, fuck them bitches till this cash gone
20 gran in my pocket
Still strap with that rocket
I'm making this move and can't none one a ya'll stop it
Cameras on and they rollin
Young rich and I'm holdin
Couple bands on this belt
Bad hoes they melt
I will neva hang with these snitch es
They just too bad for my health
So I instagram myself
Still flashing my wealth
Rich game so grown
Lights off but I'm on
Got that [?] pack and it's strong
It's so hard for us to get home
Came here with my click
VIP and we thick
Yeah them cameras on and we turnt up
Let's post up for this pic

[Chorus]

I Flex on we love it
Ya'll niggas thuggin and puffin
Came from the bottom, we buzzin
Ya'll niggas talk and we doesn't
Nigga all we know is just money talk
Ain't nothin else we can rant about
Twoed up everywhere I go
That's the reason why I got a funny walk
I'm just runnin these bands up
Ya'll puttin hoes in these handcuffs
Closed fist, keep my hands cuffed
I was raised real, I'ma stand tough
Niggas hate on my campaign
Fly shit, I'm on airplane
Stay the fuck in your damn lane
Real nigga do the damn thing
Momma told me get money
Daddy told me get bitches
Streets told me don't trust em
I'm just minding my business
Grind hard no excuses
Fuck boys get the dueces
Don't try me and my account nigga
My shooters Roz

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Candy Red"
(feat. Mike D, Big Pokey)

"Candy Red"
(feat. Mike D, Big Pokey)



[Talking]
Ok, understand me not you but me
This is another S.U.C. classic
Dedicated to all the fallen soldiers
And all the real slab riders of the south mayn, holla back

[Chorus]
Know I'm candy red, I'm on the scene
But jump in, sipping codeine
Boys know, I'm candy red I'm on the scene
But jump in, sipping codeine
Know I'm candy red, I'm on the scene
But jump in, sipping codeine
Know I'm candy red, know I'm candy red
Sipping codeine, sipping codeine

[Lil' Keke]
Apple red brandy wine, California dream boat
It's super nice I sprayed it twice, I swear I got a mean coat
Pull up on the scene hot, can't forget my cream top
I'm down in Houston Texas, where them gangstas live they dreams out
S.U.C. another year, drinking like it's Screw in here
We tipping broads and sipping oil, I'm trying to make myself clear
Boys gotta see me, on the scene
They say that Young Don, keep that motherfucker clean
I'm out here like a king, candy on the car
We on them double cups, and drinking green labeled bar
That bloody blunt that sticky one, they taught me how to hold
I tear the lane and do my thang, that young nigga cold Don Ke

[Chorus]

[Mike D]
Boys don't know, they shouldn't of never let the hog loose
Fo' do' panorama, stretched out the Porsche coupe
Red turn heads, but I come through in that black thang
Lincoln on Porillas, they thinking I'm Fat Pat mayn
Body rock the K, and bounce and turn through the Tre
Having it my way, I ball sunny or grey
Live out the pen, still running them jiggas
Eight dollars a coozer, still they drank nigga
Three summers later, only question where the paper
They talking bout a dropper, Javier owe me a favor
Peel back the wig, on that old school monster
Cardier aviators, balling since a youngster
Tapping on that iPad, yapping on that iPhone
Cup full of Big Moe, kush got my mind gone
Yeah, I say that kush got my mind blown
Hand the game over, cause the motherfucking hog home

[Chorus]

[Big Pokey]
Candy red top cracked, 45 cocked back
That lean giving niggaz the bidness, bitch I'm about that
Hating y'all could stop that, I'm cleaner than a motherfucker
Crawling up the strip, fifth leaning like a motherfucker
Ay, hell yeah I brought my swag with me
Bank roll bad bitch, in the Jag with me
Head turner, when you see me in the street
Pulling up in some'ing exotic, with sneakers on the seat
Swell it up, sew the wall I hit em
Smash the petal to the flo', watch this motherfucker get em
I pull up on the scene, now the whip looking mean
Skinny waxed it I'm in traffic, got the whip looking clean yeah

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Catch A Square"
(feat. Mussilini)

"Catch A Square"
(feat. Mussilini)



[Hook x2]
If you got plex, we can catch the square
Anytime any placer, any motherfucking where
Gutter ass niggaz, and we don't play fair
Anytime any placer, any motherfucking where

[H.A.W.K.]
Any place anytime, I'll beat a bitch down
Push his face to the ground, then fill him up with rounds
See I don't fuck around, I terrorize the town
Sniff a hater out the pack, like a damn bloodhound
See a motherfucking hawk, don't hang with crows
I hang with the those I chose, who ain't scared to throw blows
On that Mike Tyson shit, that'll bite a earlobe
Bloody your nose, then scratch off on your vogues
I'm on that other shit, you better run for cover bitch
Or get hit with this, bear lethal fist
I must admit, that I heard some shit
That when you piss, you don't stand you sit
You's a bitch, and fucking with a grown ass man
I don't have to use a gun, I'm pretty good with my hands
Ask your man's he'll tell you, H.A.W.K. don't care
Anytime any place, any motherfucking where

[Hook x2]

[Mussilini]
Let the flame burn, burn baby burn
Caught him at that light, saying turn baby turn
Gutter ass niggaz, and we don't play fair
Take a nigga life, or I pull a bitch hair
Step to the square, it'll be your last walk
Who is that Mussili', Lil' Ke and Big Hawk
Think before you talk, bitch you'll eat them words
Get hung from a tree, or get flipped off a curbed
Anytime any place, any spot anywhere
At night time in the noon or day, our niggaz don't care
Flame spit at niggaz we marvelous, to get you nigga ain't hard to us
These bitch niggaz be fraud to us, we rich niggaz in God we trust
We flip figgas and our broads stay up, step out of line you will get rushed
Crushed dick in the dust, have your homeboys picking you up
Plus flush enemies done, I be the one to be sick with the tongue
And the gun, G.I. Texas where I'm from leaving 'em hung

[Hook x2]

[Lil' Keke]
Niggaz consistently provoking, me to try to test mine
Come through your hood, with them killas and have you get down
CMG, I rep it hard on the streets mayn
We bust shit down, like a block of that cocaine
Let's do it dog, like them gangstas and soldiers
Let's get scarred up, knuckle up till it's over
The game is infected, niggaz must respect it
We well connected, up in Texas
They better squash plexers, cause we never play fair
Dirty South young nigga, boys gutter out there
Hating and bullshitting, will get your family tied up
Texas and cowboys, the Penitentiary wired up
Got licks for plenty bricks, the prices are skied up
Catch the square anywhere, my click the size up
This Southside, and it's home of the crooks
Put my boxing gloves on, and take a look

[Hook x2]

 

[fox69]

"Chunk Up The Deuce"
(feat. Paul Wall, Pimp C, Bun B)

"Chunk Up The Deuce"
(feat. Paul Wall, Pimp C, Bun B)



[Chorus: Lil Keke]
I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
Boys talkin down and boys wanna hate
I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
Boys talkin down don't make me pull out the choppa
I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
Boys talkin down I'll leave em on the streets dead
I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
Boys talkin down I got them diamonds in my mouth

[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
Well it's that grain grippa from Houston, Tex
That bar sippa, that bar no plex
I'm straight up outta that Swishahouse
Where G. Dash write all the checks
So check the neck, check the wrist
I'm balla status from head to toe
My jewelry shop sell more grills
Than George Foreman, baby now ya know
That ain't a igloo, that's my watch
And that ain't snow, baby that's my chain
That's not a ice girl, that's my teeth
And that's not a snowcone, that's my ring
It ain't Kool-Aid up in my cup
I stay sippin that purple oil
I stay flippin the slab on 4's
Cuz I'm a hustla til I'm in the soil
My wrist game is one of a kind
Patek Philippe worth 100K
My work schedule out on the block
It's mash all night and grind all day
No 401K for a hustler
Just bleed the block and stack that paper
M.O.B. when it come to hoes
And a 40 cal when it come to haters
We authentic players not counterfeit
Got a 600 Benz with a fall kit
Got hoes at the HK turnin tricks
Out runnin the tracks tryina make me rich
I'm too legit to quit
Stackin up that paper til I'm gone
So I'ma be workin wood wheel and catchin splinters
Ridin 20 inches or better of chrome

[Chorus: Lil Keke]
I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
Boys talkin down and boys wanna hate
I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
Boys talkin down don't make me pull out the choppa
I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
Boys talkin down I'll leave em on the streets dead
I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
Boys talkin down I got them diamonds in my mouth

[Verse 2: Lil Keke]
(Don Ke!)
Houston Tex got the streets burnin
Poppin seals with them 4's turnin
Rookie boys they still learnin
Losin' cash, I'm still earnin
Get my bread while I shake the fed
Keep them dimes in and out my bed
Jump in the drop to convert the top
And let em bop on candy red
Leather seats with that wood out
They don't know what my hood 'bout
Tryin to take the young Don's spot
I'm platinum ball and still hot
Haters off in my mix again
Pimpin broads plus pimpin pens
Multiplyin, I gotta win
Keep that ice lookin clear as gin
Out tha roof still chunkin deuce
Ridin slab and hoppin juice
Diamond grill with play and skills
Just pass the mic and I'll let it loose
Independent, still chasin bucks
22's on Porshe trucks
Model chicks with them big ol' bucks
Killa clans with them big ol' nuts
Hit the club with my game tight
Hoe's boppin my fame right
Did her thang the same night
Boys talkin it's all hype
Cut the check when I run my mouth
Rollin green like I'm playing golf
Texas boys be goin' off
Representin' that North and South

[Chorus: Lil Keke]
I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
Boys talkin down and boys wanna hate
I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
Boys talkin down don't make me pull out the choppa
I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
Boys talkin down I'll leave em on the streets dead
I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
Boys talkin down I got them diamonds in my mouth

[Verse 3: Pimp C]
I'm from Port Arthur Texas
Represent it til I'm dead (dead)
Pimpin' almost died in the 80's
Boys was scared (scared)
Bitches was on crack
And the 'Lacs wasn't rollin (rollin)
But the game done been revived
Cuz now the Southside is holdin (ha)
Pockets stay swollen (ha)
What do we do with all the cash (cash)
Try 84's gold wrists
With tv's jumpin out the dash (dash)
Pistol in the stash even though I'm on parole (role)
Nigga try me with that fuck it
Bitch I'll leave ya body cold (cold...)

[Verse 3: Bun B]
From tha land of grain (grain)
Candy paint (paint)
84's and the chrome grill
It's Texas baby (ha)
Dirty south (south)
P-A-T, you know we real
We packin K's (K's)
Desert Eag's (Eag's)
AR's and them 38's
We servin nothin' but China White
Playa we don't sell that dirty weight
Big Bun B-da
Holdin it down (down)
Rep the town to the fullest (fullest)
Whether it be on the mic or in them streets
Bustin them bullets (bullets)
Don't pull it with me (with me)
I won't pull it on you
And leave you ventilated
UGK is back on the block
And you marks is finna hate it

[Chorus: Lil Keke]
I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
Boys talkin down and boys wanna hate
I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
Boys talkin down don't make me pull out the choppa
I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
Boys talkin down I'll leave em on the streets dead
I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North
Boys talkin down I got them diamonds in my mouth

 

[fox69]

"Come Here Daddy"
(feat. Tiaundra)

"Come Here Daddy"
(feat. Tiaundra)



[Hook:]
Come here daddy, we'll get it nasty
I'mma show you what you want
Come here daddy, I know you want it
Just take your clothes off and please turn your phone off
Getting up, getting up all night
Got so much things to think
I know that you like that
Then bring the 'all day
[?]
Get this pussy all you need

Anything you want, anything you need
I got anything you want, anything you need
I got anything you want, anything you need
But you gotta be my freak satisfaction guarantee
I hit it well so I claim it, knock it off so I claim babe
If full banz at these top floors
And in this top floor and this top grave with this
Going deep and let things well
Hit it down with a [?]
They laise and they can't fit
My chick pray and it's like this
She straight hood and she taste good
That pussy blowing snow
I just hit it from the back and a band at the top
If you ain't fight and I come to
Play games if you want to
I ain't patient, I hate waiting
This hand bang, come here you

[Hook]

Anything you want, anything you need
I got anything you want, anything you need
I got anything you want, anything you need
I'll just stroke and hit it slow
So I switch and chase my speed
When I see the moment I gran
Ain't got time for wasting my time
Yeah them tides is right I the line
And let pussy stay on my mind
Ass digging she's fine
From the way streets to the ground
Yeah I love the way you get that
Got my dick hard right now
I'm buggy and I'm in top of that
Post it up in your wimp pain
I got big plans for this big bank
Big shark in your bitch tape
Yeah there it go cuz I've been gone
Flows on don't get long
I will last when I won't ge
We get it nasty and go strong

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Could It Be"

"Could It Be"


[Lil' Keke talking]
South side fo life
Lil' Keke Don
The youngest one of them all
uh uh uh

[Chorus x2]
Yeah yeah yeah
Do it be Lil Ke the youngest don of them all
Peep game I want fall you can write that on the wall and ball
Every day all day I don't play I blow ounce a day like a turkish our way

[Lil' Keke]
Smoking chocolate thai I swear I'm high now
Just a little touch and plus we fly now
Step up in the club them bitches they rush now
Rolling on the gators them hators they crush now
All these niggas steady fronting as if they know me
Bragging on they skills its time they show me
CMG nigga we a dangerous team
I turn crumbs into cream this a dope as dream
So it seems thangs then change on this side
Twenty inches on the ride got the big body wide
Park up outside with the kit on the flow
Crawling balling tipping real slow
For real I'm back in thestores and does close
Staying up on my toes ain't no love for these hoes
Now supposed if they can stop the funk I'm bringing
Thanks to 97.9 I got the whole world singing

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2]
The untouchable made man wise guy
I stay in your ear I stay in your eye I'm fly
So why ask why thats been my question for years
You niggas just name the mix I don ben switch gears
This for all my niggas yeah who grew up with me
Down to step up in the place shoot em up with me
We hard head punching the clock we don't stop
While you niggas flip flop every month we drop
Make a left on scott headed toward the tre'
Flossing a new foreign its a beautiful day
I dont play open the pop and light a square
Let the ritch bitches stare at this millionaire
I dont care when I got my shine on gleam
Crispy clean crawling machine up on the scene
When I step out check out the game of display
In my toy I will destroy what ever comes my way
Every day all day on the gring can't kick it
No time to play I'm all about my ticket
Wicked wicked thats how I get with competitors
Slow down silly rabbit I'm two steps ahead of you
Scared of you is something all never be
Change my name from L-I-L to the Don Keke
Now you see that they can't stop the funk I'm bringing
Thanks to 97.9 I got the whole world singing

[Chorus]
BREAK IT DOWN
It was all dream is in a store near you
Austin San-a-tone Colledge Station Praire View
I've been putting it down since days of high school
Now I'm twenty three I'm still a little fool
Flipping the tongue leaving the numb they sprung
When the bass hit the drum I'm breaking you off some
Phenomenom never boy none I'm not the one
Right behing tint with vents we got guns
Herschel Wood,Texas they still holding plexas
I was thinking jag but now I'm thinking lexus
Wuz up Lake charles on back to Laffyette
Dallas funky town the realest I ever met
Don't ever get up set the south will rise
Cradle to the grave I'm a gee till I die
I'm a gee till I die I'm a gee till die

[Chorus]

[SINGING]

 

[fox69]

"Cowgirl"
(feat. MJG, Cl'Che)

"Cowgirl"
(feat. MJG, Cl'Che)



[Intro:]
Go-go-go-go-go-go, she's a cowgirl
Get it-get it-get it-get it-get it-get it, she's a cowgirl
Shake it-shake it-shake it-shake it-shake it-shake it, she's a cowgirl
Bounce it-bounce it-bounce it-bounce it-bounce it-bounce it, cowgirl

[Lil' Keke:]
She be 34-28-36
Damn she's so thick, in that Fendi outfit
When she hit the flo', the way she bouncing and strutting
I'm screaming let it go, she got that body it's working
I'm talking head to toe, and she ain't nothing but fun
Watch yourself oh Lord, there she go here she come
I want a brick house, and ain't no playing with that
A quarter horse she's a stallion, that ass is fat
She's a big fine woman, titties just jumping
Step in the club and, baby girl be stunting
Legs thighs hips, nigga she the one
Ms. Thang off the hook, for real I add her some uh

[Hook: Cl'Che]
Don't stop body rock, and let it drop
Why not, (she's a cowgirl)
Let it go to the flo', you know
Fa sho, (she's a cowgirl)
(go-go), get it-get it
(go-go), get it-get it
(It's like a pony, when she rocking my world
She's so thick and she's so fine fa sho, cowgirl)

[MJG:]
She is a cowgirl, a g-string drawas girl
See how much I can fit, off into her jaws girl
A everyday, shopping at the mall girl
Not too short, but then not too tall girl
I'ma strap up, and give it to you all girl
Pushing yo back, all into the wall girl
I ball girl, until I'm bout to fall girl
And you ain't even ready, to handle this log girl
I mean, it's like a heavy piece of wood in your weed gripper
You can call me Moby Dick, and I'ma be Flipper
Talk shit, make this motherfucking heat get ya
If you think, I got some petty ass beef wit ya
Fake pimp ass busters, them try to handcuff
Baby bring that money to me, but make sure you answer
Your telephone, tell them broke niggaz they better gone
Leave you alone, pimp tight MJG make em

[Hook]

[Lil' Keke:]
When she walked through the do', she got attention fa sho
Just a natural born pro, keep you begging for mo'
Whoa, if you's a rookie you don't stand a chance
Got's to be a real playa, wanna get in them pants
She's a heart taker, dance flo' breaker
Back to back like Shaq, and the Lakers
Watch her show out, when she hit the spot
Got her touching on herself, cause the X is hot
She's a (cowgirl), and she calling the shots
Like I turn around and look, when she working the twat
Got a lovely face, and a sexy waist
A earring on her navel, I'ma catch me a case
Get your move on, I see you working that thang
Get your groove on, you see some playas you want
Then get your choose on, cause you know it go down
She gon represent tonight, for real for H-Town

[Hook]