Lyrics:
looking so thoed I's a playa, I suppose
Sitting two deep late night, with a bad yella ho
Everybody and they mama, trying to be like us
I'm known to get
with the triple double
Whatcha call that? 3D
Out in Austin Texas that condo
Watch for 5-O when I ride slow
Bitch don’t be killin vibe hoe
Nine on me like
Amakye
Y3b3 serious s3 Amakye
i wanna be the man so i'm staying outta trouble
sticking to my plans and i give this bitches no chance
take me back
the ride)
Day 2, she?s so into you
And the first kiss feels like it?s
Something true
And you know it?s real,
Everything you feel so deep
Inside.
Day 3
give me that icky bro
Riding around in that spider
We ride in that drop
The roof go missing vro
We making hits oh
She wanna link
No
Heard yo shit ain't
is a mark
It says the waters adjacent to the isle
Are patrolled
By their deadly Uboats
So if you wanna travel
Be prepared to be sunk
In the waters
But a pussy having no goddamn sense, tryna push me
He used to hold dick now he wanna be in my shoes
Hatin' like a baby mama 'cause I'm payin' my dues
ain't lasting
I wanna ho, but they be runnin' right past me
My eyes be following the stars, like it's an asteroid
My heart made of glass, while my brain
on some cyanide
It kills me, you'll feel different when we're eye to eye
Listen, I don't wanna be your alibi
You feel too much, so miss me on your ride
don't want that ho no more, she give me too many freebies (uh)
Choppa bullets leave ya shit wide open (uh, uh, uh), like that shit 3D
I don't want
season
Just hit three hoes on da mfuckn weekend
Took them to da room & a nigga went deep in
Feeling like im John Cena they ain't wanna see me
Diamonds
before
And I told her (go where you wanna
Go do whatcha want to do, I don't care)
And I told her (go where you wanna
Go do whatcha want to do, I don't
before
And I told her (go where you wanna
Go do whatcha want to do, I don't care)
And I told her (go where you wanna
Go do whatcha want to do, I don't
"Yeah this is for everbody in Miami"
"Put them 305's up"
"It's about to get ugly!"
"Que Vuelta"
Welcome to Miami where they Hustle hey
And they ride duce
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
Yeah I'm drunk, I'm
of the back row
By the kid that cries on a red-eye (Uh Oh)
Hitch hike, ride a bike through the snow
All I know is I’m going home (ho-ome)
Just get me home
Get
moving with my mans Monk and P
Stand at the wall, long chrome 3-3-3
Pussy for free like ODB, high off the eves
Bitches looking like Pamela Lee
i95, my ride pushing 105, no foot on the brake
I got time if you wanna stop by, get a load of my drive, look I'm gone be frank
I got a plan, 100 grand
Carbine sittin' on the seat and the floor
Barkin', I put that knife on your throat
Torture, I'ma set fire to that ho
Walk in designer, head down
always
Gonna do right by you
Cross my heart
Hoped to die
Yeah that’s how I ride for you
Times a been a rollercoaster
And we navigate
The ups and downs
Now
blowed away
Let me take ya by the hand, let me tell ya somethin' good (yeah)
There's a party goin' on, so let's ride through the hood
I don't want
in the bank
But then I went an I copped Swarovski
Ride on it giddy up like yee horsey
All off you niggas is pussy
How many
I am surrounded by pussy
You
and Mira wanted to sex me
You still want to ex me or try to disrespect me
Now them ho's in your ear, got you trippin' wanna test me
Look, meet me on Freret
you tired livin' by the quarter mile
Niggas know me every time for Mr. Exit 65
Yeah, 6-5 we ride on, 24's we slide
Through the eastside, despise
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