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Текст песни Paul Wall f Trae - Oh No

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[Hook]Oh no, there go them Texas boys banging in a fo` do`Top fell out the drop, crawling on 84`sThink of taking my slab, baby I don`t think soMy heat under my seat, and I don`t love you hoesLiving it like a G, but still I gotta lay lowFive percent or ten, but still my screens gon glowThese haters be in my mix, and these boppers be on my dickEverytime I come round the corner[Paul Wall]I`m from the land of opportunity, in God we trustBut haters in my mix, got me paranoid and disgustI`m scoping out my side mirrors, when my car`s in parkIt`s after dark, and my slab is fresh meat to these sharksBoys thinking I been drinking, so I`m off my noteBut I got seventeen surprises, tucked inside of my coatSee me strut through the parking lot, on 22`s plusIt`s a must I make all haters, eat my dustThem jump-out boys, waiting trying to catch me slippingI ain`t tripping, grain ain`t the only thing that I`m grippingBoys jacking with these tow trucks, thinking they slickBut take a trip to South Lee, and end up in a ditchThey got my purple people eater once, the next dayI bought a Range Rover cash, and a new set of frontsI`ve been on feet for months, I`m taking haters to lunchPaul Wall and Trae, hit em with that one-two punch[Hook][Trae]When I flip in my slabI`m fin to beat they back off, like I was legsSitting low and tinted on chrome, gangstafied till I`m finishedI`m bout to diminish these haters, when my trunk start wavingBlue over gray, side of my drop with six T.V.`s I`m displayingThey hate that I`m shining, with the fifth wheel falling flying down the blockBut if one of these haters, wanna jack meSlugs gon be flying, out the glockI click for no reason, this season my slab is staining they brainAnd I be known for getting reckless in Texas, gripping on grainForever be pimping, 84 tipping all through the SouthGrilling boppers all through my tint, with diamonds all in my mouthThey all in my mouth, looking stupid when I burn right past emCause some of these broads be living shife, and setting up for the jackingBut not today, cause Trae gon be flipping on top of his gameWe guerillas I`m mobbing with, ain`t no stopping me maynWhen I`m in my fo` do` solo, the slab is bound to get tossedAnd if you trying to be competition, then you bound to be getting lost[Hook][Trae]Make way for the team, when the fo` do` be coming round the cornerThese haters are goners, cause I`ma drop the top when I wannaI know these jackers, better think before they reach out and touchCause in back of the car is the Excursion, full of thugs that`ll punchI know they wanted to get me, but they don`t know what I`m bringingI pop the trunk and swing the block, while jamming Slow Loud And Bangin`Trae and Paul Wall on a mission, and ain`t no stopping it maynWith my hand on my heat in my seat, and the other on grain[Paul Wall]Mo` money mo` problems mayn, the legend is trueYou better stay up on your toes, when you ride 22`sI`m rolling strapped, everywhere I go I`m watching my backCause on my block, them jackers don`t give a damn if I rapPeople see me being friendly, and they think that I`m softBut the truth is, my best friend is a sawed offThese haters in my mix, got me losing composureBut if they take one step closer, it ain`t gon be kosher naw[Hook]

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