paroles de chanson Coulda Played 4 Houston - Benny St. Claire

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Aye yeah, yeah

Big Saint bitch I'm finna pop up wit my niggas
Cane's cup full of liquor, I might need a new liver
This some Grape Ape, blow a eighth of gorilla
In my Wood, or a Vega, not no motherfuckin' Swisher
I'm just in my bag, now you niggas in your feelings
I was down bad, now I'm up, I love the feeling
Money on my mind, think I might be catching feelings
Could've played for Houston but I'm into drug dealing

Could've played for H-Town, shit we paid now
Boss in the street, you a toddler on the playground
What these fuck niggas got to say now?
I can't hear it cause this pack I'm blowing way loud, damn

This shit stupid we on ignant shit
I got charges pending right now, but I'm innocent
All the bitches I'm fucking right now, come with benefits
My life a movie you could come see this extended clip, bitch

Pour some mud in my Shasta
Big Saint bitch I'm selling dope to your pastor
All these niggas know I'm finna blow like I'm NASA
I be on the road, tank on E, but I'm gassed up

Big Saint bitch I'm finna pop up wit my niggas
Cane's cup full of liquor, I might need a new liver
This some Grape Ape, blow a eighth of gorilla
In my Wood, or a Vega, not no motherfuckin' Swisher
I'm just in my bag, now you niggas in your feelings
I was down bad, now I'm up, I love the feeling
Money on my mind, think I might be catching feelings
Could've played for Houston but I'm into drug dealing

Aye Aye Aye Yeah
Yeah, Could've played for Houston but I'm into drug dealing
Aye Aye Yeah Yeah
Yeah, Could've played for Houston but I'm into drug dealing bitch