Lyrics:
gonna miss you
Slide wit me baby come n ride for me
You can hold my hand even hold the fye for me
I just need a rider bitch that'll die for me
Not
'Cause when they catch me without my heat, and I'm thuggin'
In tha streets and I'm rollin'
Thuggin' by the deadliest G's, you can't fuck wit us
me underneath
If I see you in the street, I gotta meet you wit the heat
Ride out wit the gang we on go mode
Finna make a movie hope my nigga got a go
my bag for my brothers I provide
I'll put you on the news
Run off wit yo shoes
Imma hit no gas I jus keep it up on cruise
On you block burning rubber I
Lenard Skinnerd
This shits a winner
Joe Byron she bought me dinner
The grits wit shrimp in em
Yo new nigga ain't got no pimp in him
It's too much simp in
[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah I though all y'all was goin'
Uh, Yeah, yeah, yeah
Were gonna take y'all on a little ride and shit
You mean now, now, now,
me shit
If u wanna ride get high, n roll up nigga
We gone slide by wit style n they can’t fuck wit us
Now roll up nigga, roll up nigga
Roll up nigga,
ride wit me, show you a couple things
Like how to bag this work, go on these shopping sprees
You shake ass in the vert, you ride drop top with me
I wanna
believe in something greater than yourself
If you all up in the club by yourself
And you did it all by yourself, now
If you my enemies
I ain't fuckin wit
drive home
Speed limit bitch drive slow
She got a main dude so I'm sancho
He locked up in that rancho
Won't be back tomorrow
So do you bitch swallow
now nigga,
You don't know the click, I gotta nuff wired nigga that'll
Hit you then ride you to another town bigga, bigga,
Ho throw you in it for
non-descripts can't ride wit me
Cause I'm poppin' in real life, I mean
Real, real life...I'm poppin' in real life
I mean, real, real life... Poppin' in real life
the moves
She slide on it she she ride on it
The way she pop it got me right on it
Got me ready to spend some knots on it
But She not rollin wit you so keep
nigga
That got popped up by who know
Who yaw niggas slow get wit the program
Or get left you know waddup with me
right, they can't fuck wit 'em
Now if you don't sell 5 mill, they had enough of 'em
Let me find out Hip Hop's turnin' Republican
I'll sum it up to what he
joe
Look
By now y'all niggas done know 2x
Niggas hate they could blow on dick
You talkin' too hot, you get put on a screen
I ain't talkin bout Nolan
my boot
I got snakes in my head
Lotta snakes gettin bread
Imma ride for my tribe
U gone die cuz of lies
Imma slide on ya guys
Bitch I'm up cuz I'm high
Gunz
Nothin' less than a Lexus, bubble eye with VVS's
Trouble minds and troubled times, stacks, I'm tryin' to double mine
I'm in a six wit double
they say
When you was here, them ones was main niggas in yo face
You ain't gotta deal wit? them fuck niggas, you in a better place
I almost cried when I
You smell the loud than you can tell when it's us
We rolling up and you know that's it's a vibe just ride on wit it babe
Counting on me lately
pull up & slide
Shawty hop in my ride
Ima let you count this bread
Got the top down outside
Lil momma my main focus is to get me a mil
I got so many
like a lil OG I'm jus feeling the vibe
Tonight you might see me roll by in my low ride saying
All we wanna do is muthafuckin' low ride
When we come
Keep that 4 5
Spray about 5
We gon ride
4 wheel drive
In the middle of the night
Visits dreams
Call me Freddy
Real nigga
Wit a couple good fellas
Joe
Ooh-ooh, ooh, oh, yeah
I know you wanna be the main one
I got a whole list of names on the way
I ain't fuckin' with the same one
Ooh, I love
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