Last Week in H TX lyrics

MCV bitch *laughter*

Aye, yeah, Stalli, summer '17, aye, yeah yeah

Okay, last week we was eatin' peanut butter jelly

Then I hit a lick, now we countin' Benja-mellys

Met him in the telly

Doing whatever he let me

I got love for my nigga like I'm Tionne off of Belly

Everybody thinkin' bad bitches got it easy

Well not the young ones on the grind gettin' greazy

Last week I had to make a hunnid dollas stretch

Every muthafuckin' night I was eatin' cheese eggs

Bitches tell stories 'cause these whores don't know me

See me by myself and got to trippin wit' yo' homie

I bet if you touch me, you go missin' like you Dory

Bitch that's why yo' nigga wanna kick it wit' the horsey

Uh-oh

I ain't never ran from a hoe

But I never let a bitch get a stain on my clothes (no-o)

Ridin' with my hands in the air

Got yo' nigga on the side with his fingers on my ooh-yeah yeah

Just bought a fifth of the Henn'

Pocket full of white man, named Benjamin

Looking for a hot boy with some fine friends

And yo' baby daddy wanna be my boyfriend

Bitch I'm from Texas, rock all the best shit

And I walk slow for them eyes tryna catch this

(?), make yo' whole clique lose it

Boy I know you wanna come kick it out in Houston

Bitch I'm from Texas

(Aye, aye H-town... H-town... H-town)

Bitch I'm from Texas

(7-1-3...2-8-1...8-3-2)

Okay, last week shit was kinda bad

I be goin' missin' when I'm tryna get a bag

I ain't got no time for no nigga tryna nag

'Cause I'm in love wit' my money like my name Mr. Krabs

And I got the winnin' ticket

Middle finger to them niggas and them bitches

You was wishin' that I'd stay slippin', throwin' all them peelings

You was dissin'

You ain't see the vision, like you eyes was Christian

Tryna curse me, I just pray to God they keep the devil off

Stalli don't bend or fold for no hoe

Don't give convo to those I don't know

Niggas try to play me close to get my info

Only time I disclose is when I disrobe

Never gave a fuck

Never gave a damn

And I'ma keep grindin' til these hoes know who I am

And I will come and take you for a hold of my hand

And bitch I bet not catch you lookin' at my fuckin' man

And when I'm with my crew, just be cool

Unless you wanna see some real bitches act a fool

And when I walk by

Niggas just sty

They only make 'em like this on the southside

Bitch I'm from Texas, rock all the best shit

And I walk slow for them eyes tryna catch this

(?), make yo' whole clique lose it

Boy I know you wanna come kick it out in Houston

Bitch I'm from Texas

(Aye, aye H-town... H-town... H-town)

Bitch I'm from Texas

(7-1-3...2-8-1...8-3-2)

Sippin' on mimosa, while he lick on my pinocha (ahh!)

Collar round his neck that say "Stallion" 'cause I own him

Haters never see me, I ain't hangin' where it's local

Drink my henny outta China

Black and boujee like I'm Oprah

Stallion for president

Snatchin' all the brethren

Foot up in a rap bitch ass without no lubricant

She's borin', I ain't hearing it

Who the fuck is hypin' this?

Something off about her like she missin' some ingredients (Urgh)

I'm sexual, no deviant

I like my man obedient

Don't want it missionary 'cause that's boring I need freaky shit

Walk up in the house and bust a pipe, get it leakin' shit

All up on my booty while you do me on some pinky shit

Yes I got big breasts, so I like to say shit wit' my chest

And I'm not sayin' I'm not humble, I just feel like I'm the best

Who's my competition? It's like all y'all that same bitch

And y'all be beefin', I'm a vegan

Stupid bitches make me itch

And I keep me a full set

I keep some ice around my neck

I keep a box around yo' nigga 'cause I keep his ass in check

Now I'm done wit' bein' broke

So don't get mad if I ain't spoke

Bitch I'm chillin out in Houston come and see me if you want

Ahh!