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Ridin with my momma, see the mountains and the trees
I'm amazed, I'm in awe, it's bringin tears to me
The universe creates itself, that belief ain't

with
a little Bun B Little Tupac, Eazy-E, yadda  Mean
Bout the cream, ridin' clean and dirty, it's only 9.30 a.m
Spazzin' radio, gotta play him Reach

apes
Bitch, I don't got friends, all my niggas gorilla
Thirty racks on me, ridin' 'round with a killer
Big-ass bale same size as a pillow
Real ice

put me onto Jigga
And same time I'm at the house
With this lil' giddy-up I'm pushin'
I looked up to him
Anything he say, yeah, I'ma do
I'm watchin' how

the midst
Of the high times with my friends for life
Errbody gettin' ready for a night out on the town
'Bouta go down in style, we Wild-N-Out
Ridin' out from

you want and you might get embarrassed
We was just ridin with Mikey to Jerry’s
A Daily remember that life should be cherished
Ball till we buried like

and I live by the code
I'm in a different city every night
That's when I feel at home
Yeah, I'm too in love with the money
I'm tryna put on for the bros

the midst
Of the high times with my friends for life
Errbody gettin' ready for a night out on the town
'Bouta go down in style, we Wild-N-Out
Ridin' out from

funny you broke
Everyday up bring that beat back
But put that lil' bitch in the dirt
They said he ridin' my wave
You would think they all know how to surf

USED TO TAKE A LIL NOW I TRY TO TAKE A LOT
MONEY IS A MAJOR ISSUSE DOWN ON THE BLOCK
CHUCKIN DUCES GREEN LIGHT DADDY GOT THE TEAM RIGHT
RIMS RIDIN CLEAN

Paid My Dues

Dirty

Love Us or Hate Us

2003

came, it's been nothin' but trouble
Some niggaz who rolled with us, is no longer ridin' for us
Some bitches bad-mouthin' our names as if they know us

ridin twenties baby, catch the passenger seat
Mezzantine on my neck, princess cut on my teeth
Let you lay on satin sheets, lingerie from Chanel
Mashed

today like
"Let's go and cop a Bentley"
If I go slidin'
Know my niggas ridin' with me
It's suicide, why the fuck you go against me?

I give you somethin',

Gold Coast

Rich Brian

Head in the Clouds II

don't even got my driver's license
All my friends got New Year's resolutions
Why you still the same, lil' bitch, it's already November
Got so many

6 huh yeah, 90's baby huh be with the 80's

Bridge this gap gotta bridge this gap
Congratulate a player when he make
It out the trap
Got ta Bridge

Do That There

Yung Berg

Look What You Made Me

2007

better mane
That Fresh Prince money
Ain't shit funny
A Youngin' doing songs with Ray
So make way for the lil' kid money

[Chorus: x2]

[Yung Berg]

can die any day
I look fly any way i nutted in her mouth
Now she talkin childish ridin wit my crew
Now she tryna actin stylish fn by my side
You know we

grammar
She a freaky lil' slut, she want me to fuck every time
I'm pullin' out the camera, stepped on it
Hit the ho with the hammer, peanut butter jelly,

like Applebees
Number one reason she after me
Reach for cake she chapi
I cannot mess with no thottie
Slingin' them webs like Spidey
Lil homey be broke,

V Don
I can only hear it in the one now
I'm good
Let's roll, let's muthafucking roll
Stop fucking playing with me
Only shit I'm saying for

ever lonely cuz i'm
Ridin' with the ratchet
I ain't talkin' bout a bitch
But a ratchet with a clip
Catch ya ol' nigga slippin'
Let that mofucka rip
It

still
Even if it's a hundred against me, I ain't bye-bye, bitch
Grand theft auto, bitch, I'm ridin' in a fuckin' stolo
5% tint, best believe that shit

nose
I think that I got a problem buyin' expensive clothes
They used to leave me on read, now we fuckin' baddest hoes
Smoking Za, by myself ridin' solo

My gang-dem hop up out the cut, they tryna see like what's the word
Tryna make a hundred bands before they put me in the dirt
When I'm ridin' around