Lyrics:
Ride wit' the band in the back seat
Riding wit' the dope boy! (I'm a dope boy wit a guitar)
Tell 'em if they looking for me
I'm on the road
fur on it, I'm a slide right in
And I keep a room key, ain't no need for no pin
I got Sugar Daddy partyin wit' me, man, bring mo' friends
(Chorus)
believe in something greater than yourself
If you all up in the club by yourself
And you did it all by yourself, now
If you my enemies
I ain't fuckin wit
care of ya kids but you fly Tho
Got ya taxes went and bought yaself a ride Tho
But you still livin wit ya momma tell me why Tho
Still sellin nicks but
I can beat it like my
I treat the dope like Tina, And I beat it like I
And I keep tha grass, so you can call me the lawn-man
I ride around wit
inside (check)
Is the outside frame in the trunk wide (yes)
Are the rims big (what)
Do it ride good (good)
Lean back right hand on the pinewood
fascinated by these things I need a spark cause I'm trapped off in the dark with death behind me please God come & find me they trying to blind me out shine me
fish
I'm from down by the water, C Port represent
Yeah, at first I took a hit, got a blunt that I just rolled up
Grab my cup, take me a sip, yeah, this
Mr. wipe down ya heard me Foxx-a-million
This one be the remix!
Badazz, Savage live, Fox-a-million
Man you already know what it is ya heard me
We
Cupid
King of the south, thought you knew this
I screw her mouth then throw deuces
I'm wit' Nelly and 2 Chainz
And 2 Chainz give two shit's
I'm A Town,
Ya girl im fuckin wit cho habits
An i want you think I'm gon have it
Ride for me ride for you dats action
Stop pressin on da past dats past tense
Ya
know I slide wit the indo
Had to pull the panties aside
I made some space in the ride so she could ride by the window
Baby work up my appetite, she put
Y'all know what this is (D-Block!)
Oh yeah, by the way
This is the remix (Woo!)
[Chorus]
You can kiss your ass goodbye (d-block, d-block,
no more
Call it Simmons Incorporated, since '74
Lotta money in this fam, think about it
Me wit Run-D.M.C., and him over at Def Jam
Well damn, how
Baby love it when I treat her wit the Rosé
Kill the pussy why my nickname O.J
Like to go out so I ride lowkey
Bandanna on like she a O.G
Rock wit me
make me get at your kin fo those that can't
Either you die slow, ride slow, cause Fiend about to show
How not only God knows, these niggas our hoes, my
el g, in this old jeep,
Out slangin by the oak tree,
You know me the homie wit the big O dub's,
An everytime you see me I be blowin it up,
I'm from
before they know my heart
Im Buns and belly country grammar like im nelly
You niggas tryna kill me wit this shit like R Kelly
Im on 10 watch me shoot this
then who (Son tell me who)
Burn a leaf and get it Hot in Herre, like Nelly do
I get high, like Mary J. is all I need to get by
Stay red eye
No need
this bitch wit Dj Green Latern
Tony YaYo
Its the Remix
The Game
Have you ever seen a Bently Coupe on Gold Dayton Wires, doin a buck fifty, Me Banks
me underneath
If I see you in the street, I gotta meet you wit the heat
Ride out wit the gang we on go mode
Finna make a movie hope my nigga got a go
wit' me... even though I used to spank that ass
Didn't hesitated wit' me... any time I needed cash
A many days I was stressed out and feelin' bad
You
give me that ass I ain't giving it back
She bouncing her ass, later on I'm a blow a ounce wit her ass
Ride out wit her ass, cut somethin' on the couch
wit' yo' rat, now picture that
When she wit' you, she not speakin'
What you weak at?
Lettin' me know that she really been thinkin'
About a nigga, even
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