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Little Texas Better Way

better way To lose my mind Said, listenin' to these sad, sad songs Mixin' memories with old forgotten wine There's got to be a better way To lose my mind There's got to be a better

and give her diamond rings and things I'm tappin' the pussy and bustin' head, fortune springs a Villian You better watch her man You better stop her man She's with my dogs at the mall better

take your vacation by the mountains or sea. Don't swap your old cow for a car, you better stay right where you are, Better take this little tip from

my enterprise? Bitch you better go think twice And open up your mutherfucking eyes These niggas can't fuck with the fifth dawg finna parlay Everyday stormin your way You better

's better than this Let the veterans spit Infra red in the clip deaden ya lip Ya bitch rappers better step shit up Call me Texas Yuk, fuck a van I rock

of her life So one night, we decided to just up and leave I took two handguns for the road with me Met her at the restaurant around three And told them customers that they all better

shoulda picked a better date And Texas, they fell off the map, he should be reppin a better state RZA, GZA, Little Brother, and The Cool Kids way better

maggy close to me like lisa you know they keep a lot of cheese on me like pizza I came y'all back was like mika y'all better keep ya eyes on me like features

in Pine Bluff, and Little Rock Lafayette, and that Florida mayn Tell them boys we be rolling, in them foreigners mayn Dallas Texas, and that Pensacola Networking on my two way