Lyrics:
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Bring it back home to you, because I ride, or die, girl we gon be good
[Ace Hood]
Baby just hold it down, I need a chick that'll ride for me,
My
Cruising down the street
Keep my foot on the pedal
I'm on the podium getting the gold medal
I'm number one cause I wanna go fast
If you ain't first
what I'm sayin'?
All my sexy ladies throw ya hands up high
And all my real playas throw ya hands up high
And just keep on bouncin' while I take you
tucked in my sock
Hoodie low. Brass knuckles in My pocket
Music high
Xanax with my liquor to get by
What I got in my school bag
Pills and a book of rhymes
steady, impressed by my resume
Looking straight into the eye of the reaper every day, I
Shook mistakes off my mind, I'm more alive inside the present day
I
The Shocker]
Bounce, shake
[Lil' Romeo]
Lets do this!!
[Lil' Romeo]
Throw your hands up, from my circle ya'll stand up
Get crunk, everybody keep dem hands up
the top dropped, yeah
It's just us two, girl, take your top off, yeah, yeah (yeah)
You gotta keep it to yourself and don't tell no one 'bout it
I hand
break it down?
Man, you at the clinic? Dog, slow down, that's your child
But if you keep it, then you gotta tell your girl you was cheating
And you
purse, keep a mag in my strap
Double C's on my bag, countin hundreds by the tens
Tell that hoe knuckle up, beat her ass and her friends
Da Doll Dee
the chapped lip brass dipped Knuckle dusting grind
Snuck another couplet by the by
Just cause I sound good In Hi-fi
Ay, listen
The flow on Joe Hisaishi
If we
twerking for it, I'll be working for it
And I just can't ignore it
So take your hands off my money
And my money and my ass
I can't just ignore it, I be
knuckles and a switch blade
I turned up all in school
I was the savage with the good grades
Fuck it dawg I’m riding by myself now
See I’m a grown man
song
Put your hand em round' my waist
We jammin inna de place now
Boy you're sweet like tart
No need to worry, only you have my heart
Put your hand em
takes the "S" off my chest
Cause the "S" on my chest makes a mess
Settling for Superman, stupid man, put on your glasses
Now your (ass) be slow guessing
hold that nefarious shit at bay
It's adulterating and preying on all the children's eyes
Good, keep my evil excrement contained
Won't dissipate my
keep your heart, Three Stacks
Keep your heart
Man, these girls is smart, Three Stacks
These girls is smart
Play your part, play your part"
(Sweet Jones)
send one of my lil' niggas
Come take you off
You get laid on the floor by a jit
Got pulled over with 55K in my pocket
The police they know I'm legit
cupped up, I'm drinkin', I shoot off your tires, huh (doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
I'm in the coupe by myself
I had to kick a door when I was 5
Keep the old
like me
With a shut my mouth made it easy, I'm
A product of North Carolina, nigga
Out of Charlotte by the way of Cleveland
Born in '91 up in Ohio
I
observation crew, is much deeper, throw your hands up, all my party people
Can't get to the spot fast enough, I know it's crunk, keep listenin you'll begin
a Southern nigga
You could see it in my swagger
I could go commercial
But I won't cause I would rather
Keep heat and keep it street
Sound of Revenge I'm ma get
the Charlotte Hornets
But I had to cut that bitch off cause see your patna had warrant
That I ain`t even handled yet although I`m havin cake
The little homie
Eleven picked up a traders book and bought a bucket
Use to have a perm bigger than the Charlotte Hornets
But I had to cut that bitch off cause see your
Dance a few songs all nice and friendly
Go to take a sip and my drink is empty
Should I keep dancing? Maybe even score?
Feeling pretty good; I could go
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