Lyrics:
wanna taste her
Rolled up a blunt, now I'ma face her
I can't fuck with bitches, 'cause bitches be boring
I feel like lil' lonely, 'cause I'm soarin
Ride
Yeah, this Lil Debo 2 in the house[00:03.26]This shit goes out to them prejudiced ass white folks[00:05.82]Not the cool white folks, and don't rob
Fabolous make bail before they identify the prints
Swing by a vince, In a buggy eye with tents
Sittin on nineteen's, Gun stash by the vents
Niggas is
at night, she gone by the mornin' (gone)
Uh, ooh, open it up
Uh, ooh, open it up (yeah)
Uh, ooh, Kriss Kross jump
Uh, ooh, with a bale in the trunk
Lil drift will make you
Dance! Dance!
The Battle Bus will make you
Jump! Jump!
Drift take the wheel, making players squeal
Hit you in the back, oh you
miss it
No time for drama
I'm hitting the ground
And running about
124 kay's an hour
I gotta go hard
Or jump on the ride
Co's I got that fire fire baby
You don't wanna play house
Pues ya me voy
N-A-U-G-H-T, Y
[Lil' Rob]
Now when it comes to rockin rolas, I got the connecta
Lil' Rob, all up in tu area,
the bump and grind
When I throw this thing up, jump behind
(Whoop! Whoop!)
Ride like a choo-choo train
(Whoop! Whoop!)
Lil' mama gonna do this thing
(Whoop!
decline
Since you indie
That means you indenial
I'm in the nile with the amount of flows i run by
Wave, smile and say hi
Crash da coupe but i own no coupe
the yellow
Got these racks on demand hard to keep this shit together
Jump out the 'Rari then jump out the Wraith
Then I hop in Margiela then hop in some
Ride with me come slide with me
Can't stop me can't rob me
Got God with me saying "Ride with me"
Ima ride with him
Ride with me
Ride with me
If you
what I do best
Regarding Miami boyz
You know who daddy is right?
Jump in on the track
And let the whole world know
What it means to be a 305
Let
off
Cause I know I'll make em jump like Criss cross
Yeah, these hoes all talk, got a big mouth! Huh
He got lil money, but he big talk
She got no cash,
get loose, she tryna win
I beat her by the house, or beat her in
There's forty in the couch, I let her spend
When it costly, you better call in
Clip
All up in yo motherfucking stupid shit
Bitch not a chump
Got the choppa by the pump
No this ain't a lil pump my niggas shooting from the jump
the low tell him come again
In this trap shit I'm ahead of you
Different bitches on my schedule
Try too rob then I'm going federal
I really do the trap I
Yeah, you live longer if you mind your business, 'cause I'ma mind mine
I grab a carbine, lil' boy, lil' hoe, she fuckin' on toys
Bored, then jump off
front pages
Young niggas catching bodies, ain't no relations
I was stacking Ben Franks in Labasa, Fiji
They rob you two times in a row, that's a repeat
Y'all niggas show price less than my travel fee
One of my arms worth a ticket
Watch so much that a car came with it
Back in the day I used to rob
time to bail out and get out of this mess
So they don't really like my ways
And they don't really give a damn about what I say
So I jump in the carrucha,
jump all-black, gon' pull a kickdoor
For 1500, youngin' knocked 'em off
We gon' kill 'em all by one by one, I want the top dog
Really fucked up in
"Orale"
That's for my homeboy Negro cuz es muy chate
I said "Just jump in the ride"
Cuz tonight's oh what a night and things about to get live
Now cruising
Livin' in a plot by Quentin Tarantino
Now we on top like a criminal hero
Start to live it up, take a trip to Montego
To the left, to the right,
in this game
My homies like to fork, them fools like to ride
My homie got the Tommy out the passenger side
About to let em' fly cause it's another
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