Texas Love Lyrics - Young Thug

I got more hoes than Kanye West clothes 

These bitches swallowin' and jumpin' like a fuckin' toad 

Won't kiss your body it's a lot but hate me thats 

Bae don't worry bout em I got 'em woah 

Fendi with Prada, need no stylists I dress clothes 

Dressing stylish and Pat Rileys 

I'mma let you ride it while I bite it 

Aye baby can we lay up, can we lay up 

Black nigga at the court counter there with a mink coat 

Got a fat ass and some D cups on 

Call her at Popeyes, we can link up later on 

Nigga aired out the spot now we can't link later on 

I just want to flirt with you, want to flirt with you ya 

Took it straight from a boy 

Now I don't know what to do with you ya 

I don't care what y'all think nigga just do you aye 

I would teach you my dawg like I was Blues Clues aye 

I just picked a 40 up on the back end 

Got lil mama in the room running back in 

I just popped a molly now I'm going back in 

No features I don't do features 

I don't like leeches and I done had enough of these leakers yea 

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If Texas love was a drug (You'd belong to me) 

If Texas love was a drug (You'd belong to me) 

If Texas, Texas, Texas was a drug 

If Texas, Texas, Texas was a drug, drug, drug, drug, drug 

Drug, drug, drug 

I gahdamn 

Sell the fuck out 

I mean I wouldn't be able to keep a pack 

You know what I'm saying 

How you digg that 

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You can take a ride through the lime light 

I can take a ride through the wild life 

I can kick game like the Pied Piper 

YSL Denzel sniper 

Hundred bands in the damn Bible 

I got a hundred bodies and they all idols 

I first heard that they all 'bout it 

But these niggas ain't even fightas 

And these niggas ain't even buyers 

I heard they leasing everything they ridin' in 

And all they kids passed out in the play pen 

Made a million dollars I'm amazing 

They was popping collars I was patient 

That's a massive foul nigga flagrant 

Got on hella chains like a slave bitch 

And I'm at it never comtemplatin' 

Nigga gripping tan up the damn street 

R.I.P. to Bankroll Fresh street 

Niggas ridin' tan up the S40 

The Maserati like the cash dog 

When the drought come bring them bands up 

I'm in LA bring the plaid out 

Put the monkey bitches lookin' sad out 

Watch a rich nigga issue cash out 

If Texas love was a drug (You'd belong to me) 

If Texas love was a drug (You'd belong to me) 

If Texas, Texas, Texas was a drug 

If Texas, Texas, Texas was a drug, drug, drug, drug, drug 

I said if Texas love was a drug 

I would never give it up 

I would do a hundred year 'bout it 

Long as it get me right 

Long as it get me round 

I'mma burn the house down 

If Texas was a drug 

If Texas showed the love 

I meant, they showed love so if Texas was a drug 

I'd never never share 

I want it all in my belly 

I wan it all in my neck 

I want it all in my hair 

I want it all on my bae 

I want it all in my spot 

I want it all in the mansion 

I want fuck on your thot 

Your baby momma at the spot 

You was tripping cause I had your baby momma at the spot 

She was with my hoe