Texas

[Chorus: N8:08]

Momma said it's time to get a job
Duey said it's time to hit the block
Say he got a plug out in Texas
We ain't got to drive they gone mail it

Damn I miss my bitch I need a new one
I've been looking for her with my cool on
Riding round the city with my tool on
If this nigga try me we might lose one oh oh oh

[Verse 1: N8:08]

Sliding with my top off like Miami
Used to mayonnaise with salami
Cut these niggas open watch me operate
Fuck with me got prices like the Holidays

Oh they on me oh, Oh they on me oh
Now they on me yo, Romeo
Fresh to death, rest his soul
You know how the fuck it go

[Chorus: N8:08]

Momma said it's time to get a job
Duey said it's time to hit the block
Say he got a plug out in Texas
We ain't got to drive they gone mail it

Damn I miss my bitch I need a new one
I've been looking for her with my cool on
Riding round the city with my tool on
If this nigga try me we might lose one oh oh oh

[Verse 2: N8:08]

Pap say he got a key aqui aqui
Momma Im will do it Momma mira mi
Shoe game flu game boa, made my mic's sick
Niggas Jesse White tumblers of they might flip

Im goin to switch the flow
Flip an O, make it do the tootsie roll
They the ones, throwing ones
Throw some fives, like the moe's

(ay like the moe's) Throw some fives like the mo's
Bitch you bad strike a pose
Get the scale, wipe your nose ay

[Chorus: N8:08]

Momma said it's time to get a job
Duey said it's time to hit the block
Say he got a plug out in Texas
We ain't got to drive they gone mail it

Damn I miss my bitch I need a new one
I've been looking for her with my cool on
Riding round the city with my tool on
If this nigga try me we might lose one oh oh oh