Lyrics:
you off
Even when I'm riding with my team
You you you involved
I would never ever cut you off
I would never never leave you off
Desert you
You my little
Back then my n*** worshipping these ghosts
Riding on this b*** spin around then we get lost
Am the only one then call me me or mi amor
Am just so
and
Whining and Dining, Bumping and Grinding
Look into your Eyes and—
I see you Riding—Riding—
Chorus:(Spade)
You should get dressed get Fly yyy
Girl looking
back back
Break away I'll be right back
I'm going for the title, no NBA play-in
This is the main event no I ain't just playing
The ones riding with me
You lost yo bag I'm still up
Big drum on the Glock call it Pun
We on yo ass you can't go nowhere or have no fun
They took one we took three
Niggas
make it here?
Countin' money, fucking bitches, dubbin' hoes
Riding dirty, thru the city with the roof peeled off
How the fuck did I make it here?
Coutin'
ride this ting
Till my sin suit is riding in a hearse
See I'm reigning with the King JC
Know that He got me, love me, bestie from the age of three
Yea He
up, yeah
Gotta earn some credit if you want borrow, yeah
& I'm bank ready when I'm riding around yo city
& I ain't dolo all of my wod's still with me
We in the studio, Topher big timing
Send a hit on the opp now ya bitch riding
Pull up with the fucking mop shit
Let the Nina hit
Tecs with
Dumpin the clip till its empty
Gotta 3 0 on my blicky
Bullets make em dance
Like he doing the griddy
Yes i stay on fifty
Dont mention the opps
Bitch
all up
On my dick (Why)
If you ain't a Shawty
I'm with Abnershawty
All up in whip (Gang)
Dmoney riding passenger (Gang)
With a couple bricks
Fucked your
'cause shit ain't always sweet
Man, all these dick-riding bitches always stay on meat
24/7, every day out of the week
Heard that boy talking shit, had
anything I say
Yeah she rolling me blunts so I took her on a date
We was riding in the truck yeah
Fill the tank with fifty bucks yeah
We spent the rest
the law
I got the chain, I'm just needin' the saw
Three steps back and I shoot when I draw
Running all in and I'm going in raw
I be fucking these people so
strong
If you riding just hold on
It's a different vibe we on
Don't wait too long
You know what I'm on
I guess I'll be here for a while
I'll do whatever
30, closed the curtains
Backstage feeling the urges, feeling the urges
Woah, all the bitches got the Hennessy
Only riding GV80s in the backstreets
They
on her broom
Excitingly thick
Chanel apparel I thought we was rich
Feel that s*** coming they start riding d***
Look at the barrel, Russian roulette
You
Who We Steal From
Hit The 3 On The Buzzer Beater & I Still Won
It's Not Much Of c Difference
From Your Day One's & Your Real One's
Since c Loc
this beat is to deceased
Imma step on the beat like one two three
Imma give you the step you can do for me
Just get yo ass up and dance with me
I'm goin
No need for police no bosses or no chiefs
No World War III just more world peace
Good people free to think and do as we please
The trees are green
around me get popped
You a lil dumb ass nigga dick riding need to be stopped
My twizzy stay with a Glock
These niggas faking they opps
That boy he cuffing
the truth
Bitch I'm riding with the gang this ain't nothing new
Baby girl the truth
She gone do the crew
I just rolled a 3 5 this ain't nothing new
Pass
(cy ay ay)
Heaven on Earth, might be a lie
Division three black out blind
The number is really 9
I'm really talking bout pie
Cut it with soda like
its the thing that i'll do.. Duck yah Fuck out my way, johhny cash, face bitch Love the way she's looking at me sweatin in her sis Bout to have a 3
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