Lyrics:
spitta, get wit her, shit gitter
Sit wit her, hit spitter, that don't bitch chitter
My style fit wit her
I tell her you don went left now you need to go
questionin
Me and you stuck by eachother, never letem in
Thats veteran thats Evident
We gota lose them old niggas thats evidense
You my new and old testiment
to an end, yeah
Slide, wanna take a ride?
When you with me, oh so right, tell them boys, "not tonight"
Say you chilling wit' your bitch
And this is one you
Everybody move to the back of the bus
Do you wanna bump and slump with us?
We the type of people make the club get crunk
Ah ha, hush that fuss
Everybody
Can you be my main thang
Cant be no plain jane
Is you gone slide
Is you gone ride
Girl you wit
Gang gang
Yeah she got that new new
And she need
Verse 1:
More come and roll wit me if you use to the old things
you true to gucci belt
the pradas wit no strings
The chicken wings ???? like you fryin
Now Guess who’s back on the illest tip
Get ready for the main event
Don’t know exactly who you dealing with
Just know that we killing shit
You bout
I kinda need some more volume
Shawty too thin, but she kinda cute
She like to ride in a Ferrari, zoom
Billions in the safe, and that's the truth
You
like you get to perkin'
Ride to me I'll teach you some of this game that I be twerkin'
Pull this motherfucker over main, you probably gotta go piss
(Ian Tyson)
Never hit seventeen
When you play against the dealer
You know that the odds
Won't ride with you
And never leave your woman alone
With
Fizzace?)
Feelin' I'm gone come fuck wit you
(Come on down loco)
Ai please have some bitches please
(Ha ha ha) Ha ha ha
Locc I been hustlin' all
Will stop and give you a ride, and
Just like you, some hitchhiker will be
Comin' by
So here son, he said to me, get
Yourself another cup of coffee,
the troubles arise, you know I'm the cool coper
On the mic I score, just like the Yankees
Get over on Miss Crabtree like my main man Spanky
Excuse me young
a dog I should rap wit a muzzle
Peyton manning flow I just go no huddle
Baby girl gettin straight dick no cuddle
You know I'm out this world
I just
they trunks, super? about six
Lookin' like bricks, do I got the chips?
Hell yaeh, in the back of my Elco
Can we rock wit' you, I said hell no
Yo Yo,
And as the trucks drive by
You can hear the mother fuckers go "PUNK!"
A couple of lines, an extra thermos of Joe
He'll be kicking in heads at the punk rock show
me, uh (yeah)
I know you wanna come with me (yeah)
Come take a ride with me (uh)
Can't be shy, girl
'Least not tonight, girl
Club is crowded, we
hidin' in a closet
Can't tell what's goin' on outside
Sometimes we're so far off the beaten track
We'll get taken for a ride
By a parlor trick or some
on Worldstar, plus I'm Worldstar
You might have seen me once before
In ya girl car
Drumma Boy the name, but I go by D-Boy
Fresh nigga never known to miss a beat
on that high horse cruising fully loaded
Keep a couple in my boots ride wit me
I know you can’t ride on my wave
I’m on that high horse cruising fully
I might cop
A big 24
Spike it dirty
Like the average joe
That shit faygo
Azul blue
Wit a real kick
Like bitch
Who are you
Where the time go
You were
wit' my big brothers, they used to tell me
"Goddamn nigga, nah, hell nah, nigga, take yo' ass in the house, nigga
Fuck you doin', nigga?"
They'll let
Airs (check)
Mean bucket (uh huh)
Armadale in the club, couple of duckets (yeah)
Couple chicks by my side, let's ride
All I need
That new coupe (got
Wiz khalifa man what up meez
Everythings top notch as it should be
Smoke the best we ride the cleanest
Drink the most expensive wine hahaha:)
Uhh!
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