Ridin Slow
Lil Trizi
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Ridin real slow with my windows down low Blown smoke out my nose Lookin right past these hoes (these hoes) Watching out for the po pos (po-pos) Gettin dough Ridin solo (solo) Risen from the ash I ash and pass the gas Pass it back to all my lads we kick it back then kick some ass I cut my lawn to see the snakes inside the grass I right my wrongs and plead my case to run my last That pistol got my back it got my Balmain sagged Im shooting like I'm hooping like I play for the Jazz Im Coolin when im booted brains with neurons detached Money intact Comin for that bag Im leaving how I came in in that pussy with a laugh Leave how I came blow the brain so insane I'm the mane do the same what they say in their game I get paid for a day what I say to your face And I say what I say so I make what I make And I make what I made so the hoes look my way And im holding bout eight and Im rollin in bape Put my chains in the grave and don't speak on my name I been smokin the Jane I been fading away Ridin real slow with my windows down low Blown smoke out my nose Lookin right past these hoes (these hoes) Watching out for the po pos (po-pos) Gettin dough Ridin solo (solo) Yeah! Need a halfie get the digi scatty Wrappin up a baggie Locked tighter than formula krabby patty Bricks whiter than bradley Adam and Ashley Breaking off crumbs like a nature valley Woah Spitting something nasty Like a face full of acne New balances and khakis I throw you in the trash heap Baggie on the Scatty Run like packs like a trackmeet Ass is on the fatty She been calling's me daddy Club on my back like a caddy, I been carrying these tracks you can't imagine Kill the beat like an assassin Im about the action Gucci satin flashin, Fendi Ferragamo fashion Risen from the ash I ash and pass the gas Pass it back to all my lads we kick it back then kick some ass I cut my lawn to see the snakes inside the grass I right my wrongs and plead my case to run my last That pistol got my back it got my Balmain sagged Im shooting like I'm hooping like I play for the Jazz Im Coolin when im booted brains with neurons detached Money intact Comin for that bag Im leaving how I came in in that pussy with a laugh Ridin real slow with my windows down low Blown smoke out my nose Lookin right past these hoes (these hoes) Watching out for the po pos (po-pos) Gettin dough Ridin solo (solo) Leave how I came blow the brain so insane I'm the mane do the same what they say in their game I get paid for a day what I say to your face And I say what I say so I make what I make And I make what I make so the hoes look my way And im holding bout eight and Im rollin in bape Put my chains in the grave and dont speak on my name I been smokin the Jane I been fading away
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