Текст песни Slow It Dine - Joshy

Yea
I hadda' slow it dine
Aye
Aye

Ain't no slowin dine
In the H-Tine
Only time I slow it dine is when my DJ chop it down
Speakers bumpin' loud I'ma cause a fuckin' crowd
I been sippin purple since a badass child
When I turn on that Texas Shit they go wild
Watch my car go low, while I'm smoking on this dro
Bumpin' DJ Screw 'cus that's the only thing we know
Ridin' on four 4's
Grippin' grain and taking hoes
Swervin' in and out of lanes, dodging these potholes
Told the bitch, welcome to Houston, take off all yo' clothes
I'ma rich ass junkie like Deebaby in that mode
Better not take this shit to heart, make music for the soul

I don't want no diamonds in my mouth, I want the gold
I got sick of fuckin' on yo' hoe, she way too old
Forgiato rims up on the Cadiliac we ridin' on ten toes
Stay down, never fold, always stickin' to that code
Yea, I'm from the home of the drank
I be smoking on that stank, while im laughing to the bank
Lil' bitch I'm from Texas, down the road we got some tanks
Pussy boy, lil hoe, you needa' go and get up yo' rank
Northside H-Town, yea, thatt's what I'm reppin
i just ran this beat, hoe, that's how I'm really steppin'
Make one wrong move, see the end of my weapon
Knuck if you buck, Keep it tucked at all times
Stay up on the low, I hadda stay up on my grind
Missing up in action but I came back right on time
Yea I got it stuck up in my head like it's a vine
Lil bitch YNT, Hoe, it's her time to go shine
They ain't want us back then, now they all in a line
If they don't open that door, we come in kickin' it down
I know that you see the fuckin' rims and they pokin'
No, I don't got time for that laughing and joking
Love is like a game that I ran out of tokens
Ain't fixing no bond if it's already broken
Sippin' on some bubbly
Damn I'm feeling lovely
Flexing on my haters so I know that they don't fuck with me
If you ain't got nowhere to go, just know that you can run to me
Made so many bad choices, I just hope they don't catch up to me
I do this for my brudda', long live Brad, may he ride in peace
I'm praying up to god hoping that he take this stress from me

Ain't no slowin dine
In the H-Tine
Only time I slow it dine is when my DJ chop it down
Speakers bumpin' loud I'ma cause a fuckin' crowd
I been sippin purple since a badass child
When I turn on that Texas Shit they go wild
Watch my car go low, while I'm smoking on this dro
Bumpin' DJ Screw 'cus that's the only thing we know
Ridin' on four 4's
Grippin' grain and taking hoes
Swervin' in and out of lanes, dodging these potholes
Told the bitch, welcome to Houston, take off all yo' clothes
I'ma rich ass junkie like Deebaby in that mode
Better not take this shit to heart, make music for the soul