Lyrics:
the cops behind me, they won't even chase
And I know
Ridin' by myself, I be so
Pockets full of guap, yeah, they swole
Never trust a thot or a ho
I'm
[Chorus]
Ridin, survivin
Tryin not to die and tryna cop a island
5'9" and, sleazy
The game needs me, cause I'm drama
I got problems, I can't resolve
the car by the side, yeah
Boot up on X all night, yeah
Livin' however I like, yeah
I'm livin' this shit in my life, yeah
We makin' a movie like Spike,
ride, one last ride
My past is close behind me, my pistol by my side
Gotta keep on ridin'...time's not on my side
I'm a pistol totin' gamblin' man
a lil' harder
Hide ya girlfriend, wife or daughter
Put it on a plate I'mma serve ya order
Line em up, put em in place for the slaughta
Game over by the end
it, tripitIt's like we're ridin', glidin'.
Ooh, take a breath, what's next, it's Pelon Capone
Talkin' about my carro, follow me to the strip, Simon.
quick I hit it
Droppin bodies by the dozens, in and out your cousins
I'm burnin niggas like a oven, givin up no lovin
? with my dogs, ridin in a 50 round
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
yawn, when will it dawn on 'em I'm a Don
Ridin' foreign, curtains drawn, gettin' blown by a blond, I'm the bomb
Terrorist, hella rich, wreckin' shit
Nigga
Probably wanna yawn, when will it dawn on 'em I'm a Don
Ridin' foreign, curtains drawn, gettin' blown by a blond, I'm the bomb
Terrorist, hella rich,
I came in this world by myself, so I don't need no friends
I'd rather have it this way, it's okay, it's okay
You muh'fuckers gon' respect me, 'cause
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
You see me diggin' in my gold
I'm a ghetto bastard and when I'm smokin' on 'dro
I get the munchies directly after
I made doe by offing hoes in
gon' have a little church up in there
Oh, oh, oh, I'm blessed
Wakin' up, thankin' God
Every day is feelin' just like Sunday
Wifey fly, by my side
on
Still in the zone
Wishin' Cory Blunt was home
Ridin' on chrome
Bangin' with my bub lights on
Ridin' home
South east of the astrodome
I'm Fat Pat's clone
knowin' nothin' promise
I'm close as hell but still can't time it
Just ridin' trying to make it home
That's real life, fuck this song
My sons know they
trash
Bitches say I'm stuck up
I don't give a damn, you got me fucked up
Bitch can get past me cause she lucked up
Let her have a baby by Wop, she lucked
Uh
Yeah
Won't jump, clique to clique, Hit-Boy, but I ain't ridin' like you kids
They know what it is, peel off, Lambo tires skid
Doin'
trouble we gon' find it
Pony up
If there's a buzz we gon' ride it
Pony up
Make it rain 'till that sun's risin'
We're ridin' high tonight on twenty
I think I see my sister coming,
Ridin' many a mile, mile, mile, mile.
Sister, I implore you, take him by the hand,
Take him to some shady bower,
streets
Fraiyser Bay Area
Ghost ride a lil bit out there
[Chorus 2x]
I Ghost ride the whip
Always syrup sip
Ridin through the hood with a real bad bitch
-=talking=-
No linen, just thugged out in denim ugh
Nigga
Yo, nigga
[Hollow Tip]
I gotta get my money on everyday of the week
Ridin' super clean
J.C. Fogerty
Was Ridin' along side the highway, rollin' up the country side.
Thinkin' I'm the devil's heatwave, what you burn in your crazy mind?
'bout the finer things in life
like some late night horseback ridin',
sippin' some southern homemade wine.
If a little two steppin', star gazin',
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