Lyrics:
Horse of Course are knocking at your door
Not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin
But it puff puff give, when I blow the house in
(Knock, knock- who is it,
And bought them needful books, and everyway,
Like one who does his duty by his own,
Made himself theirs and tho' for Annie's sake,
Fearing the lazy gossip
What? Are you gonna ride for no one at all?
Hey, are you gonna cry on demand just to get your number called?
Oh, baby, I know gone
I know gone,
people
Who's just her friends and her neighbors
I kissed seventy three babies and put dry pants
On thirty four of em', well as others done this same thing
Problem, call The HRSMN
Niggas who love that murder shit rip limbs
Take gems from weathly or the fucked up
See you ride, takin' ya horse
Skinny or pumped up
a whole new experience
But fuckin' with you, that's a whole new experience
Haters they fixin' to hate, they see me ride by in my Chevrolet
They get confused
and explain- uncomplicated
I am- for you I am- for you
Who's gonna be- the competition
Who's next in line- for promotion baby
Everday- the real world is fading
oriented
Lifestyle expensive, attract women
You wanna search my pockets, and act all wild
Say I hurt your heart - ask how could I smile?
Wanna call back all
oriented
Lifestyle expensive, attract women
You want to search my pockets, and act all wild
Say I hurt your heart - ask how could I smile?
Want
your baby who's a year old
Step to war without your armor, results in trauma
Mad drama, I'm the mad bomber
Young girls stay away 'cause I'm dangerous
I'm
your baby who's a year old
Step to war without your armor, results in trauma
Mad drama, I'm the mad bomber
Young girls stay away 'cause I'm dangerous
I'm
ride
See'mon baby
Let's get this going
With this magic glass on you
There will be steady flowing
Girl I need your love
Your love
Your
Sun down in my town
Had a fast horse, but I'm faster now
Caught him coming out the corner my eye
Just another cowboy who don't know how to ride
man
I'm a grown man, you heard me
You fuckin' with a grown man
Hold your legs up, baby
Scream my name like a fan
Sh, you ain't got nuthin' to say
smoke again
Ayo, who's that, it's Lil EZ
Back from the dead, eggs over easy all over his head
I can cook you an omelette and shove it down your throat
Baby, lay on back and relax
Kick your pretty feet up on my dash
No need to go nowhere fast
Let's enjoy right here where we at
Who knows where
like I'm a horse
Talking at ma own pace
When she ride she got her own pace
She ride she got her own pace
Yeah bro I said it ryt into your face
(Said it
is
Baby i'm from the streets and I
Been keepin' it real, baby
Hop in this ride, you got sex appeal, baby
Just keep it gutter, I'ma buy you new heels
Haters gonna hate 'cause they ain't my friends
I ride in a motherfuckin’ Mercedes Benz
I got some real, I don’t know about your friends
Yeah!
I'm a man,
Mark is seasoning the salat
F-D-F
ICEY!
I ride in a motherfuckin' Mercedes Benz
Haters gonna hate 'cause they ain't my friends
(ha-ha-ha-ha)
I ride
else?
(They don't wanna listen..)
Uh, right right right right
They're gonna probably skip this anyway
(What about your man, Uche Flex?)
Who?
Huh? (Uche
a love that's gonna last|I guess I should of closed my eyes|When you drove me to the place|Where your horses run free|'Cause I felt a little ill|When I saw
dragged to the back of a trunk
By one of your fans, irony's spectacular, huh?
Now who's a fa-, you punk?
And here's your Bronco hat, you can have that
and swung
Stick to the core plan, dragged to the back of a trunk
By one of your fans, irony's spectacular, huh?
Now who's a faggot, you punk?
And here's
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