Lyrics:
luxury car would be a Porsh-ah!
To drive by every shady whore snatching tracks like her name was Ken-Yah!
But no free rides, or meal tickets
No free rides
tried
Four by Four Benz truck on the ride
Playing with my money that's straight suicide
Twenty twenty three as of late, newest ride
Twenty twenty three
knocks (mhm)
Ride on top of the car, they crush they rocks (like that)
Niggas hop my fence to run from cops
Shit, I'm a nigga too, so I know how niggas
knocks (mhm)
Ride on top of the car, they crush they rocks (like that)
Niggas hop my fence to run from cops
Shit, I'm a nigga too, so I know how niggas
this for the niggas who lost
They lives and they played hard
You ever experienced that immediate family
Limo ride through the graveyard?
Where you so
to fall 12 inches
They have to fall 6 inches
Before they fall 6 inches
They have to fall 3 inches before that
Before they fall 3 inches
They have to fall
the same"
Surrendered my life to Jesus Christ and by His love and blood I'm changed
It's time to ride, ride, ride
For the King, King
He put it all
Hook
1. Let's ride, ride tonight, We gon take a ride tonight
2. Let's ride tonight, we gon ride tonight
3. We gon ride tonight, (Aye Aye) C'mon
and pen
Similar to a saran wrap
A lil' lame nigga I'll neva be
Yeah I'ma keep it g
I'm from the Three and Scrap will neva' sleep
Aye
We gon' ride
Goodwill loves me Macklemore than you
I've got flat screen TVs, with skate videos on repeat
All the latest CDs, mp3s, and Beats by Dre
Thank you very
missin' (Ha)
You can do the math, shawty, told her twelve inches (Yeah)
Took a ride, took a feature
She with it, I'm hittin' licks, gettin' riches
Don't
nigga we spraying
Ride wit three K's and I ain't talking bout the Klan
This ain't no arcade, nigga so quit playing
It's eat time, me and my niggas
gon' be a homicide 'bout me
Surrounded by this fake love
What's that? It's bad blood
How you with me when you fuck with bruh
What's that? That's
you can dig man
We ain't seen nothin'
Your girl wanna be with us
I heard she said she want a mud digger
We keep the mud by the pound
Our tires stay
Terror in your eyes
Night the city cries
Payback is crime
You damn near died
Bandaged by wounds not mine
The city cries, drama ride
Guns out
they own gun
And its on son, my air crowds got the spare gat
By the gear shaft, with the clear gats out like tear gas
The wrong ones since a young gun
that stormy Cape will be his living tomb,
He's doomed to ride the ocean for ever and a day,
And he tries in vain his oath to keep by entering Table Bay.
dig
Man we aint seen nothin
Yer girl wanna be with us
Na I heard she want a
Mud digger
We keep the mud by the pound
Our tires stay roarin
While
city you by my side
4 am for Lagos city cruising by your side
Eye don dirty oh yeah oh yeah
Blood don dirty ladadadadadada
My mind don dirty be my ride
climbing on
She said "The Abacycle guarantees ten
Inches off your waist
And 50 pounds in just 3 minutes a day"
I went to bed knowing the
Revolution had been
shrimp on my plate, look like dolphins [dolphins]
Pushin cookies in the soft ones
I can do better, by myself, not bad
Girl ate the whole thing if she call
Fat basket on my handlebars for my Shih Tzu, Chuck
Existing will get you stuck, by the Hyde Park Pedaler
Relaxing bike ride
But you know me (it's
Come on, life, death, here, gone, Yo
If I should die don't cry my niggas
Just ride my niggas bust bullets in the sky my niggas
And when I'm gone
Come on, life, death, here, gone, Yo
If I should die don't cry my niggas
Just ride my niggas bust bullets in the sky my niggas
And when I'm gone
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