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- Slim Thug - Wood Grain Wheel Lyrics
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- [Chorus]
- Ay I gots ta work my wood grain wheel
- Trunks steady bumpin, grillz steady comin
- [Slim Thug]
- I takin off down the runway, broad day Sunday
- Haters lookin at me, I ain't playin nuttin but gunplay
- Hand on the grain, while I'm swangin down the oneway
- Boppas everywhere, I see it'll be a fun day
- I might as well stay up all night, 'til it's Monday
- My shit will probably end up where my son stay
- Got baby momma drama, cause the bitch drivin a Hyundai
- And I got a rolls, G's up hoes - still down
- 'Til I'm down watch me act a damn clown
- ??? sit around makin muthafuckas frown
- Flippin through my town, tryin to see what the fucks up
- Boss City Ballas, bitch niggas get your bucks up
- I gotta king ranch, that'll make you put ya trunks up
- Lookin like them other boys ran all they luck up
- Damn 'sho can't touch us, we them true bosses
- You know how we do it fool, we them holdin flosses
- [Chorus]
- [Slim Thug]
- Now I gots ta work my wood grain wheel
- Hand on the steel, cause them haters on my heels
- Make me a 'mil and done it before the deal
- Them other boys lyin, Slim Thugga speak the real
- Candy paint shinin, 5th wheel reclinin
- Caddy goin topless, like them dancers at +The Diamond+
- Boss, yea blindin, everybody lookin
- And where I'm from, women ain't the only ones cookin
- Boys gettin paid, pushin Caddy Escalades
- Still roll Vogues, used to roll blades
- ??? braids in the phase, when we reppin for our side (Northside)
- And you ain't ridin slabs, if them ain't swangas on your ride
- Ready for whatever, if you think Thugga scary
- I'll unload the glock, if it get necessary
- Been legendary in the streets of the H
- Cause I stay ridin 4's, puttin candy in your face... mayne
- [Chorus]
- [Slim Thug]
- This drink got me leanin, I ain't smoke all day so I'm fienin
- I'm feelin like I'm livin and I'm livin like I'm dreamin
- My candy slab gleamin, I pass with a flash
- Smashin the gas, ??? boyz on glass
- Swang like I'm bout to crash, then I hook the other way
- Make my slab sway, down here that's how we play
- Ridin down that MLK, chunkin dueces to that Trae (Where you at, Trae?)
- Niggas on the grind mayne, boys is on they J
- I got diamons on my collar, shoes say prada
- Shades say the same, I'ma kill them on them mayne
- While I'm workin wood grain, I'ma Hogg on the road
- I make 'em move around, like them laws on they roll
- Trunk steady hummin, you hear me when I'm comin
- Beat hittin hard, soundin like a drummer drummin
- Everyday I stay stuntin, ain't gon' to stop 'til I'm dead
- On the Northside we ride blue, not the red
- [Chorus]
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