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Bun B - Draped Up (Remix) Ft. Lil Keke, Slim Thug, Lil Flip, Z-Ro (Official Music Video) Classic
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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Bun B
Bun B
Stimme und Gesang
Lil' Keke
Lil' Keke
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Bernard James Freeman
Bernard James Freeman
Songwriter:in
Salih Williams
Salih Williams
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Mischtechniker:in
Salih Williams
Salih Williams
Produzent:in

Lyrics

Big terrible Texas, where legends are born Lil' Keke the don, original screwed up click This dedicated to DJ Screw, Fat Pat, Big Mello, Big Steve Bun Draped-draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talk-talking 'bout Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talk-talking Draped-draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talk-talking 'bout Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talk-talking Well, it's big Bun Beeda, baby, Mr. Woodgrain (grain) With diamonds up against them balling through your hood, mayne (mayne) And I'm smoking on some good, mayne (what?), the color purple Not the movie, but the kind that have you going in a circle Chrome, looking more classy than the Transco tower (tower) Car drippin' candy paint like it just came out the shower (shower) Like 'Face I got the money, the power and the finesse To roll around one deep with hundred-thousand round my neck (hold up) I'm looking real shiny; you can see me from a mile away Thought you was doing it, until I came and took your smile away Pull up on your side in the turning lane Pop my trunk, break you off, chunk a deuce And I'm Cadillac turning mayne (I'm gone) Little swang to the left, big swang to the right My plates scraping and I'm sliding the pipe, it's super tight (tight) So don't try to knock us, baby, don't try to hate That's how we do it in that lone star state, get it straight We be Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talking 'bout Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talk-talking (we be) Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talk-talking 'bout Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talk-talking Draped-draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talk-talking 'bout Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talk-talking Draped-draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talk-talking 'bout Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talk-talking Now if you never been to Texas, there's a picture to paint (paint) 'Cause we doing it real big, in case you thinking we ain't It's lots of money on these streets, being spent and being made All it take is one look to see these boys getting paid They living laid in big houses, with pools in the backyard Certified gangsters so you never see us act fraud With iced out watches (watches), bracelets (bracelets), chains (chains) Pieces (pieces), teeth, mayne, we throwed in the game We got screens in that headrest, visors in the ceiling (ceiling) On chrome and 83's and fours and Vogue peeling (peeling) With bumpers and belts across the back of my trunk (trunk) Push a button, and my car is waiving bye to you, punk (punk) We from the land of sippin' on syrup and banging the screw We slab swangin' comin' down and through, I thought you knew (I thought you knew) Back in the days, all they ever did was doubt us Now the south is in the house, and they can't do nothing about us We be Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talk-talking 'bout Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talk-talking (we be) Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talk-talking 'bout Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talk-talking Draped-draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talk-talking 'bout Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talk-talking Draped-draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talk-talking 'bout Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talk-talking One time for my trill niggas reppin' the block The real soldiers on the frontline is keeping it cocked They hold it down for they hood, throw it up, let 'em see it So they can know how you G it, if they hating, so be it We ain't playing where I'm staying cause it's way too real No matter the situation ('ation), we gotta keep it trill Got the steel on my side when I ride cause I'm ready I got 20-10 vision and my trigger finger steady I'm an underground king homeboy, and not a simp And I gots to represent 'til they decide to free the Pimp (for real) I'm down for my click, just like I'm down for my block And I'm a stand up for my partner 'til they let him off of lock (hold up) So go on, body rock, southside or lean back Two-step with your boy if you about your greenbacks This here is a Texas toast so raise your glass Because the whole dirty south is fittin' to show they naked ass We be Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talk-talking 'bout Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talk-talking Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talk-talking 'bout Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talk-talking Draped-draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talk-talking 'bout Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talk-talking Draped-draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talk-talking 'bout Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talk-talking Drape
Writer(s): Salih Williams, Bernard James Freeman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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