Lyrics:
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
I know
to hear
I saw another guy
Looking your way
Don't wanna start a fight
So shoot me straight
If you're not in love
Set me free
I'm riding high but I'll ride
gonna make some noise
If you want a bad boy
Want a bad boy
Well I'll be out by your driveway when your mom and dad lay down
You can climb on out that
a ride on the wild side of town
If you want a bad boy then baby you got it
Got a bad toy sittin' in the parkin' lot
Take you to the wrong side
uncomplicated
I am for you I am
Who's gonna be
The competition
Who's the next in line
For promotion baby
Everyday the real world is fading
Spinning out
hickies and the prickies and your ass too
Everybody gets a ride on the ghost car
Don't matter who you are, we going straight to hell
And it ain't far, Mr.
Various calls were made up for awarin' us
The D's in the marked vans and cabs
In our land
Hoodrats get stapped by niggas who forty
Turnin' out young lady's
Out west, give me a test
I'm fucking a thot on her bed
All I see is red, God is who he met
When he talked that shit
Drive-by drift, don't get hit
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
Yeah, we should ride, ride, ride, ride
You could try your hardest, but you know that sometimes
Troubles gonna find you anywhere that you hide
Swear I
her?
Oh, she cries so loud
Casts her wild note over water and cloud
That's the way it's gonna be, little darlin'
We'll be riding on the horses
Downshift that bitch wrist twist then I lit it up
This bitch to fast they ain’t comin
So many horses that I’m yellin out Gitty up
Then we ride through
What's your sign
Baby, you can tell me. I won't judge you
I'm gonna be here for you
Don't worry about what the motherfuckers say at school
Because
like it's rented
What good is your money if you ain't gonna spend it?
There's a reason roads go past the city limits
If you ain't gonna drive then baby
ride up in the Benz
Hair blowin' in the wind, sun glistenin' off my skin, hey
I'm nasty, ha, you know me
But you still gon' fuck with your baby
the desert?
Wild, wild west hurt to the dirt
Anti-immigration against brown skin
Sounds like Brownshirts
Silenced by so called legal violence
Somebody had
Make a film, write a song
Gotta get my stockings on
Meet the press, buy the dress
All of this to impress
Ride my horse, break some bones
Take it
Make a film, write a song
Gotta get my stockings on
Meet the press, buy the dress
All of this to impress
Ride my horse, break some bones
Take it
ByeBye baby you drive me crazy I hear that you go all night long
You're my best defense, there's no consequence
Ride with me don't walk alone
near
But have no fear DYG is fucking here
Come on Baby, sit on my lap my dear
I'm a horse you can ride and steer
I'm gonna tell you a fucking big fact
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
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Help Me
You gotta help me baby, I can't do it all by myself (repeat 2x)
If you don't help me daddy
Gotta find somebody else
Put on your
Chad Wild Clay gonna make you pay
Gonna take a grenade that I
Got from Loot Lake
Gonna paint these walls with your brains
Well, I got a few kills and
It
when I'm not sincere
Come sit on my lap you're a hot mess, dear
Your face kinda resembles a lochness, weird
I can tell by the easiest smell that's all
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