On the Leather - Radio Edit

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She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
 She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
 She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
 See we got models in Texas, so man that body looks good
 She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
 She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
 She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
 See we got models in Texas, so man that body looks good
 This that type of song that makes you get your cake up
 Wake up chasing' paper ain't no way I take a pay cut
 This one's for Texas. We've got models, with no makeup
 Poppin' bottles, you've gotta ball to make her lay up
 That ass' on the leather with astoundin' hips
 That 'lac an automatic but she found the stick
 Another down south hit. The sound' so lit
 Tropical storm flooded, look at the down south drip
 (Aye)
 Look. I'm on my Chad B. groove
 Before I made a way, I had to make a move
 I took the stairs like Rocky. I'm just confident, not cocky
 Said she wanna f my car I'm thinking' yeah me too
 She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
 She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
 She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
 See we got models in Texas, so man that body looks good
 She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
 She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
 She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
 See we got models in Texas, so man that body looks good
 From G. County to Houston to Dallas, Austin, Abilene
 P.A., Laredo, S.A. everywhere in between
 We keep it triple Tex-rated
 R.I.P. to Pimp, Screw and Pat. Drop the top so gracious
 Trunk knock 'til it's blown, Exotic Pop and it foams
 Anything you spotted, I just bought it. Ain't no financial loans
 I've got seeds in the streets
 I've been sewing for 20 and its about time
 I reap em 'cause it owes me some money
 Matter of fact, just keep it. I don't need it, don't want it
 I did it all out of love, and it ain't no secret, I run it
 Yeah I'm hungry but still I'm Eat'n. Check the clothing
 I keep a thousand on my body, customizin' and glowing'
 She wanna know when I'm blowin' up, this ain't no over night
 But we ain't gotta wait for Christmas. Get it in on sight
 Pulling up at the yo. Get it in on the mic
 Then I hit the stage, set it ablaze, while they're dimming the lights
 She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
 She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
 She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
 See we got models in Texas, so man that body looks good
 She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
 She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
 She put her ass on the leather, and rubbed the wood
 See we got models in Texas, so man that body looks good
 We got models in Texas, so man that body looks good
 

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Duration
03:11
Key
6
Tempo
80 BPM

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