Texas Love lyrics

[Verse 1]
I got more hoes than Kanye West clothes
These b*tches swallowin' and jumping like a f*ckin' toad
Wanna kiss your body, it’s a lot, but hey Ms. Jackson
Bae don't worry bout em I got 'em woah
Fendi with Prada, need no stylists I dress clothes
Dressing in style and Pat Rileys
I'mma let you ride it while I bite it
Aye baby can we lay up, can we lay up
Black n*gga at the court counter there with a mink coat on
Got a fat ass and some D cups on
Call her at Popeyes, we can link up later on
n*gga aired out the spot now we can't link later on
I just want to flirt with you, want to flirt with you ya
Took it straight from a boy
Now I don't know what to do with you ya
I don't care what y'all think n*gga just do you aye
I was teachin' my dawg like I was Blues Clues aye
I just picked a 40 up on the back end
Got lil mama in the room running back in
I just popped a molly now I'm going back in
No features I don't do features
I don't like leeches and I done had enough of these leakers yea

[Hook]
If Texas love was a drug (You’d belong to me)
If Texas love was a drug (You’d belong to me)
If Texas, Texas, Texas was a drug
If Texas, Texas, Texas was a drug, drug, drug, drug, drug
[Break]
Drug, drug, drug
I gahdamn
Sell the f*ck out
I mean I wouldn't be able to keep a pack
You know what I'm saying
How you digg that

[Verse 2]
You can take a ride through the lime light
I can take a ride through the wild life
I can kick game like the Pied Piper
YSL Denzel sniper
Hundred bands in the damn Bible
I got a hundred bodies and they all idols
I first heard that they all 'bout it
But these n*ggas ain't even fightas
And these n*ggas ain't even buyers
I heard they leasing everything they ridin' in
And all they kids passed out in the play pen
Made a million dollars I'm amazing
They was popping collars I was patient
That's a massive foul n*gga flagrant
Got on hella chains like a slave b*tch
And I'm at it never comtemplatin'
n*gga gripping tan up the damn street
R.I.P. to Bankroll Fresh street
n*ggas ridin' tan up the S40
The Maserati like the Kash Doll
When the drought come bring them bags out
I'm in LA bring the plaid out
Put the monkey b*tches lookin' sad out
Watch a rich n*gga issue cash out
[Hook]
If Texas love was a drug (You’d belong to me)
If Texas love was a drug (You’d belong to me)
If Texas, Texas, Texas was a drug
If Texas, Texas, Texas was a drug, drug, drug, drug, drug

[Outro]
I said if Texas love was a drug
I would never give it up
I would do a hundred year 'bout it
Long as it get me right
Long as it get me round
I'mma burn the house down
If Texas was a drug
If Texas showed the love
I meant, they showed love so if Texas was a drug
I'd never never share
I want it all in my belly
I wan it all in my neck
I want it all in my hair
I want it all on my bae
I want it all in my spot
I want it all in the mansion
I want to f*ck on your thot
Your baby momma at the spot
You was tripping cause I had your baby momma at the spot
She was with my hoe though n*gga