Lyrics:
Dis for my thug nuggas, gettin rich drug dealin
My trap stars wit big walls and fast cars
Donk ridin, trunk poundin, Glass-housing, now dats some real
missin round here
I roll wit - straight killers, thug niggaz, and drug dealers
And if they ridin wit me, best believe them my niggaz
As for you bitches,
Intro
Aye, Aye.
Hop out smoking hallelujah.
Ridin, around with my jeweler.
My jeweler say I need a shooter.
Steph Curry I'm my own shooter.
issues wit these ol fake ass niggas and bitches dirty yo
[Chorus: x2]
I don't really care if y'all niggas hate me (go head)
Cause I'm out here
homies that lonely never phony we on some hype shit
Call up the buddies that you be tight wit
We ain't really gon be doin too much though
We just ridin
it crunk and do the eastside stomp
Young Chingy let em know, that the deal is a fool
And I'm a carpenter's dream, I'm in love wit the tools
Lay low
on laps be still
Can't wait to get to the room nimblin' on my ear
Y'all gon' get it just chill let me control this wheel
How you ridin'? Bad bitch hair did
Murder but you know, free him up still
Listen
I disappeared from the map like Madaline
Man got locked by feds in the can
My G P.Dough Porkedyagal
B was
clownin')
Before we end up fightin' lemme me leave
I'm exhausted, and this herree, I don't need
(I don't need)
Now I'm wit the fellaz, ridin' and drinkin'
I'm low key cruisin' wit a big boy purchase
Protected by my presence, therefore you're never nervous (nope)
I know ya boy worth it (yep), the kid got
chill let me control this wheel
How you ridin'? Bad bitch hair did nails feet too
How you ridin'? Leather seats TV's with the beat too
How you
Yeah
It's ya boy, Clouds
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ridin' thru the city wit my top down
Gotta bad bitch wit me ridin' shotgun
Everybody love me cuz I’m on now
chillin' at the Holiday Inn
(Who you wit'?) Me and my peeps; won't you bring four of your friends?
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other, and sip on some Hen
way
So why wa wa why you wanna play me?
I be, top notch
I be keepin you ridin flyin high
Wit no stunts, circus goats, or no ropes
Still be sky high
No
on top, on top
Moving them hips ride me ever so slowly,
Actin so grown and sexy you know what I wanna see
I like to watch your body move when your ridin
BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'? (WHAT?!)
[Verse One - Trick Daddy]
Half step pussy ass nigga
Why you lookin' at a nigga like you wanna run one wit' me?
I
(Intro)
Remix! (Rick Ross)
Remix! (Rick Ross)
Remix! (Rick Ross)
Chevy Ridin High Boy (Yo Gotti)
Its Rickey Ross (Rick Ross)
Mon E. G. (Mon E. G.)
[intro]
Hell yeah
This is how we supposed to do
Uh-huh, black fist we gon' do?
[chorus]
Drop the grenade, niggas ain't larger
Time to get paid,
boy to the moon, outter space
Wrap me in yo arms, so I know that you ridin'
Got choppers on deck, like we move wit the army
She fuck wit JB cause she
me, I'm a sho 'nuff playa
In the hood politickin', like I'm runnin' for mayor
Ridin', winin', dinin' and shinin', know what I'm sayin'?
I ain't got
we live by ( gun shot )
Chorus:
""K Chrys""
Everybody put them L's up .... You rockin wit da Lost Boyz (put em up)
Everybody put ya hands up
cock)
cause that ghetto law is what we live by ( gun shot )
Chorus:
""K Chrys""
Everybody put them L's up .... You rockin wit da Lost Boyz (put em
boom boom)
Dey gettin low
Dblack N qmoney dey ridin wit me
Cant forget bout lil marc cause he slidin wit me
U kno daht its tucked da 9 wit me
If u hittin
happnin'? (WHAT?!)
[Verse One - Trick Daddy]
Half step pussy ass nigga
Why you lookin' at a nigga like you wanna run one wit' me?
I got my big gun wit' me
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