T.Y., Paul Wall - Hands Swole lyrics
[T.Y., Paul Wall - Hands Swole lyrics]
Shit I like to get high to the
Point it feel like I can fly
It's just what it is I don't know why
I don't bossed up on so many
Niggas ran through so many hoes
Counting money til' my hands swole
Ain't nothing but a mother fucking G thang
Rolling up this weed while
My nigga Paul swangin
H Town flossed out, bitch I get around
Tipping on fours yea a nigga comin' down
Excuse my paint 'cause my shit super wet
Light hit the flakes watch
Em shine like baguettes
Son of a Gangsta mother
Fucker you gon' respect
I'm young, but I'm more than a vet
I gets money hoe
And all this thumbing through these hundreds
They make my hands swole
I got a whip that bitch
Could sit high and low
Pinky rings and thumbs nigga you
Know how we roll i hear a lot of shit but
I don't ever see it though
Bussin them moves
'cause I gotta fill up some shoes
But, Imma lace 'em
And watch a nigga walk through
Never showing no love to a bopper
And you better watch who you call your patnas
Shit I like to get high to the
Point it feel like I can fly
It's just what it is I don't know why
I don't bossed up on so many
Niggas ran through so many hoes
Counting money til' my hands swole
All I do is smoke kush, stunt and get money
10 racks all 20's count 500
Drank thicker than some honey
It ain't never running
Diamonds brighter than 3: 00
My neck look sunny
I hit I10, H Town to New Orleans
Full of marijuana and lean
Hit the scene, go gleam I'm muddy as a stream
Getting paper no strings
And share with the team
I never been a hater 'cause I'm player made
Top down no shade but never throwing shade
I gotta get out and get it
'cause it ain't nothing free
The only thing free to a
Playa is the penitentiary
3-2 said it best, Cadillac on the crest
TY and Paul Wall on a quest
A real hustler in the flesh
One time for all my patnas in the crest
We smoking satellite, blessed never stressed
Shit I like to get high to the
Point it feel like I can fly
It's just what it is I don't know why
I don't bossed up on so many
Niggas ran through so many hoes
Counting money til' my hands swole
Point it feel like I can fly
It's just what it is I don't know why
I don't bossed up on so many
Niggas ran through so many hoes
Counting money til' my hands swole
Ain't nothing but a mother fucking G thang
Rolling up this weed while
My nigga Paul swangin
H Town flossed out, bitch I get around
Tipping on fours yea a nigga comin' down
Excuse my paint 'cause my shit super wet
Light hit the flakes watch
Em shine like baguettes
Son of a Gangsta mother
Fucker you gon' respect
I'm young, but I'm more than a vet
I gets money hoe
And all this thumbing through these hundreds
They make my hands swole
I got a whip that bitch
Could sit high and low
Pinky rings and thumbs nigga you
Know how we roll i hear a lot of shit but
I don't ever see it though
Bussin them moves
'cause I gotta fill up some shoes
But, Imma lace 'em
And watch a nigga walk through
Never showing no love to a bopper
And you better watch who you call your patnas
Shit I like to get high to the
Point it feel like I can fly
It's just what it is I don't know why
I don't bossed up on so many
Niggas ran through so many hoes
Counting money til' my hands swole
All I do is smoke kush, stunt and get money
10 racks all 20's count 500
Drank thicker than some honey
It ain't never running
Diamonds brighter than 3: 00
My neck look sunny
I hit I10, H Town to New Orleans
Full of marijuana and lean
Hit the scene, go gleam I'm muddy as a stream
Getting paper no strings
And share with the team
I never been a hater 'cause I'm player made
Top down no shade but never throwing shade
I gotta get out and get it
'cause it ain't nothing free
The only thing free to a
Playa is the penitentiary
3-2 said it best, Cadillac on the crest
TY and Paul Wall on a quest
A real hustler in the flesh
One time for all my patnas in the crest
We smoking satellite, blessed never stressed
Shit I like to get high to the
Point it feel like I can fly
It's just what it is I don't know why
I don't bossed up on so many
Niggas ran through so many hoes
Counting money til' my hands swole
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