Lyrics:
and let me ride (know what I'm sayin'?)
Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride
Check this out
The sun went down when I hit Slauson
On my way
I'm gonna get me on the ride up
I'm gonna get
Can I have a little more on my voice?
Get me on the ride up
I'm on the top of the hill
I'm
Hop out catch him do-do-doom that's part of the ride
Niggas say he the plug on all the exotic, I know that's cap
They tryna use these lyrics all in
Mini Producer
I'll be there about five
Oouu
Swing by(swing by)
I'm outside(I'm outside)
Let's ride(let's ride)
I'll be there about five(oouu)
Swing
my my way, out my way
Get out my way, out my way
Get out the way, out the way
Out my way, out my way
Y’all just want to ride the wave
Y’all just want
on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (opps), ride on the cops (cops)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a hoe
Bury me before I sell my soul
sittin' side-by-side
I looked out the window and to my surprise
Was a hotrod Ford just a-passin' me by
I'm draggin', draggin' down Main once more
With
and you got your pride
You ride till there ain't no place to hide
It's sad 'cause the bad guys always die
He was "Shady", I seen by the look on his
Let me tell you all a story bout the hectic night
Despite the horror story, it's an epic sight
Guts over glory, Joe survived the night
Colt forty
Would you ride for me?
Would you ride for me?
You lyin' if you want to ride for me
I mean all out, not just to fuck
I mean all that shit
Look, I
should ride, ride, ride, ride
With you by my side, I'm in this for life
Baby, we should ride, ride, ride, ride
Yeah, with you by my side, I'm in this
numero Uno
I don’t care who rap, I know I’m the goat
Got the game On my back like I play for the colts
Can’t trust no nigga, no hoes
That’s why I ride with
shotgun
With holy prophets
I invade upon, yeah I've been a don
Never sell out like Robert Johnson in Viacom
Lines of firearms held by millions of dons
on Josephine
Baby ride on
Well Josephine's drivin' in a hopped-up Ford
Twin carburetors gonna burn up the road
Twin exhaust stickin' out of the rear
Im by his side ride or die
Bonnie and Clyde
Brothers keeper
I'll be the reaper until
The end of time
Mess with mine
And im pulling up
Not waisting
time on shit, like some clippers, mane I’m quick to fade ya
We riding out while you ride by yourself
You niggas collecting dust while I’m that trophy
(Colt Ford, turns this thing up, mate)
Hey pretty girl, tell me what you think
Let this country boy, pour you a drink
Crank this party up and let's
won’t U ride, (so won’t U ride)
Come and ride with me
VERSE 2
I can tell by the way that you’re looking at me (looking at me)
U wanna tear me down like
rides
Just a little lake across the Alabama line"
But I was king of the ocean
When Daddy let me drive
Just an old half ton, short bed Ford
My uncle
rides"
Just a little lake 'cross the Alabama line
But I was king of the ocean
When daddy let me drive
Just an old half ton, short bed Ford
My uncle
sell out we soul to the world loose Control tun celebrityfoundation fi strong..can be deceived by no vanitynah give up we sanity..fight fi humanityride
Win win win we'll never lose (We'll never lose)
I will never turn my back on you
So girl just throw me the keys
And ride out with me yeah yeah
Girl
on
Well now Josephine drivin' a hotrod Ford
She got twin carburators, gonna burn up the road
Twin exhausts kickin' out the rear
Some a'that'll really
factory or customize
You still gone turn heads
You still gone catch eye's
By people infatuated withcha ride
Every time you rev up the engine it sends chills
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