Tae Retro - Like I’m In Houston lyrics
[Tae Retro - Like I’m In Houston lyrics]
Hold on, Retro
Niggas be capping, they know we ain't bros
On a feeling, nigga, might hit the woah
Hop on stage, nigga, might sell a show
Water whipping, I might travel the coast
Niggas soft, he ain't toting no pistol
Arthur Morgan, I don't
Hang with O'Driscoll's
No cap, niggas know I'm official
Niggas lame, why they acting so simple
Rush Hour, I'ma slide with an Asian
Niggas foul, why they acting so flagrant?
In her mouth, baby, what is you tasting?
Chopper sing, almost named it Clay Aiken
"Ayy Retro, who that nigga right there?"
I don't know, why he acting so scared?
Flow easy, I might handle with care
I'm rather smooth, when I walk
They gon' stare
Hold on, wait, dip, swag on the beat
Shorty on me and I know she a freak
I don't brag, niggas know I'm unique
Send the beat, niggas know I'm gon' eat
Hop on the beat and I might get you pressured
Get the guap, then I dance like a jester
Made a play, I may have to call Lester
Tae Retro is a national treasure
I'm feeling like Iverson
Good with the handle
Nigga, you lame, your show getting cancelled
Too many hoes, I'm stuck in a scandal
Beat the handle, so I'm lit like a candle
All white like I'm up at the altar
Hit the woah, then I snatch up your daughter
He want beef, then you know I'ma slaughter
He a buster 'cause he hanging with Arthur
I don't talk, nigga, what is a convo?
When I hit with the combo
Got the flow, nigga no, you can't borrow
She a baddie, I might call her tomorrow
How you get finessed? Nigga
That ain't what I taught you
And I got the bag
Don't even check me when I walk through
When I hit the woah
I'ma pull up to your avenue
Why she asking questions? I don't
Think that this an interview
How you get finessed? Nigga
That ain't what I taught you
And I got the bag
Don't even check me when I walk through
When I hit the woah
I'ma pull up to your avenue
Why she asking questions? I don't
Think that this an interview (Tae Retro)
Niggas be capping, they know we ain't bros
On a feeling, nigga, might hit the woah
Hop on stage, nigga, might sell a show
Water whipping, I might travel the coast
Niggas soft, he ain't toting no pistol
Arthur Morgan, I don't
Hang with O'Driscoll's
No cap, niggas know I'm official
Niggas lame, why they acting so simple
Rush Hour, I'ma slide with an Asian
Niggas foul, why they acting so flagrant?
In her mouth, baby, what is you tasting?
Chopper sing, almost named it Clay Aiken
"Ayy Retro, who that nigga right there?"
I don't know, why he acting so scared?
Flow easy, I might handle with care
I'm rather smooth, when I walk
They gon' stare
Hold on, wait, dip, swag on the beat
Shorty on me and I know she a freak
I don't brag, niggas know I'm unique
Send the beat, niggas know I'm gon' eat
Hop on the beat and I might get you pressured
Get the guap, then I dance like a jester
Made a play, I may have to call Lester
Tae Retro is a national treasure
I'm feeling like Iverson
Good with the handle
Nigga, you lame, your show getting cancelled
Too many hoes, I'm stuck in a scandal
Beat the handle, so I'm lit like a candle
All white like I'm up at the altar
Hit the woah, then I snatch up your daughter
He want beef, then you know I'ma slaughter
He a buster 'cause he hanging with Arthur
I don't talk, nigga, what is a convo?
When I hit with the combo
Got the flow, nigga no, you can't borrow
She a baddie, I might call her tomorrow
How you get finessed? Nigga
That ain't what I taught you
And I got the bag
Don't even check me when I walk through
When I hit the woah
I'ma pull up to your avenue
Why she asking questions? I don't
Think that this an interview
How you get finessed? Nigga
That ain't what I taught you
And I got the bag
Don't even check me when I walk through
When I hit the woah
I'ma pull up to your avenue
Why she asking questions? I don't
Think that this an interview (Tae Retro)