Chords for Trae Tha Truth - I'm From Texas ft. Texas All-Stars

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See, don't sound bad, _ _ _ but you ain't screwed [G#] _ up
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_ Houston, _ Texas, home of DJ Screw, we say, know what I'm saying and what it [G#] do
Can every nigga don't like it, tell the bitches I rep [F#m] Texas
Topless in this land, but come through
Airbows and bows, inexpensive [E] clothes, can it pay not cars?
Big booties on all hoes
Got diamonds in my mouth, still rips in the [F#m] south
With a trucker bitch, I'm slinging through
I'm just codeine, that's a styrofoam
2017 [C#m] is the kind of grind I'm on
Ain't never loved a bitch so I grind [F#m] alone
Grinding while the niggas ain't kinda shine on the moon
Big doodly trucks with the big grills
And the Cadillacs with the fifth [G#] wheels
We from the hood and we keep [F#m] still
If you try to jack, you gon' get killed
I don't wear my [C#m] bridges tight, I wear them [F#] loose
Active athlete for all my footwear
Homie, I got too many [A] shoes
I'm the man in my city, tell them niggas I won't lose
Forced to [G#] panic, my nigga always been gon' talk the _ _ [F#m] deuce
Find me in the hood, in the city that I play
[G#] Moving slow like the music [F#m] that I'm back
Screwed up, bitch I'm from [A] Texas, yeah
Bitch I'm from Texas, [C#] bitch I'm from Texas, [F#m]
yeah
Bitch I'm from Texas, glass, glass underneath
Beatin' my block, pop, pop my drum
Chain, chain full of rocks
Bitch I'm from Texas, yeah
Bitch I'm from Texas, [G#] bitch I'm from Texas, [F#m]
yeah
Bitch I'm from Texas
See if you can find me in, H-O-U-S-T-O-N
Riding [G#] in, candy trim on broken [F#m] rims
With a ten and a friend
Straight to truth, riding right behind
Two cups full and I'm on my [G#] grind
Talking dime, respect my [A] mind
I'll show you boys how Texas get [F#m] dime
Rolex time, top left [A] back
On my nuts cause I [C#m] got that sack
Papered up, [F#] took the [C#] roof, it's stacked
[A] Hoes wanna hate but it don't mean [F#m] jack
Where there's money, that's where I'm [C#m] at
That Texas grind, that's all I know
Bang a [G#] screw and drink a big [F#m] Moe
It's basically getting that dough, bro
Now I'm sad where the boss [A] ride
Everyday I go play [G#] outside
Leaving them haters mouth [F#m] wide
I can't be denied when they see me slide
Through the hood like I live [A] there
Shit I got a few cribs [C#] there
All my [F#] G's still chill now
[F#m] We buff, Q and them ribs there
Smoke blunts and sip punch like it's lunch
Everyday we do [C#] it
Listening to [F#] that butt Texas [A] music
Perfect match for that good fluid
[F#m] Find me in the hood of the city
I [C#m] claim everybody down in H-town know me mane
It ain't a [G#] choice, I can't [A] change
I'mma rip that mouth like I gang bang
[F#m] Find me in the hood [A] in the city [C#m] that I claim
I'm moving slow [G#] like the music [F#m] that I bash
Screw, screwed up
Bitch I'm from [C#m] Texas, yeah
Bitch I'm from Texas
[G#] Bitch I'm from Texas, [F#m] yeah
Bitch I'm from Texas
Glass, glass underneath
Big, big mob, lock, pop, pop
Mock drum, chain, chain full of rocks
Bitch I'm from Texas, yeah
Bitch I'm from Texas
[C#m] Bitch I'm from Texas, [F#m]
yeah
Bitch I'm from Texas
I got a fat ass bitch Parked outside
[G#] Yellow diamond in my wrist
[F#m] If it's dark outside
Pull a little bitch then I catch ghosts
Just a little kid from the ghetto
[C#m] Never had shit but I got a little bit
When I got [F#m] a couple hits under this belt
It's on a H up nigga, I ain't tryna belch or nothing
Ain't got a whole lot of money but I'm worth the money
I sip a whole lot of drink but I'm [C#m] healthy
Mommy daddy was [A] cool but he really can't tell me nothing [C#m] Nah, _ nah
Everybody think a nigga locked up
John Kirko, [F#] he done blew up
From [F#m] the H-town worldwide, nigga what's up
I'm from cold, hot Texas
Let's get this straight off the top
That's [G#] where the hustling and the grinding [F#m] and the hating don't stop
From west side to the east [A] we out here ducking the cops
And [G#] coming down candy painted [F#m] on them motherfucking chops
It's the land of the trio, that's where [A] the whole thing came from
[G#] And it ain't just a word of where [F#m] a rapper get his name from
It's a way of life and [A] we live it to the [C#m] fullest
For years we represented it [F#m] with blood and sweat and bullets
I be in the hood in the city
That I claim, [G#] moving slow like the music that [F#m] I write
School screwed up, bitch I'm from Texas
[E] Yeah, bitch I'm from Texas
[G#] Bitch I'm from Texas
[F#m] Yeah, bitch I'm from Texas
Glass, glass underneath
Big, big, mob, rock, pop, pop, mock, drum
Chain, chain full of rocks
Bitch I'm from Texas
Yeah, bitch I'm from [C#m] Texas
Bitch I'm from Texas
Yeah, bitch I'm from [F#m] Texas _ _ _ _ _
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