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Utwór: My Ride

  • wykonawca: Nappy Roots
  • album: Watermelon Chicken & Gritz
  • wyświetleń: 1265

[SKINNY DEVILLE]
  feelin easy like its sunday morning steak and eggs
  hey livin off some big rims lookin like some blades
  play her like a pimp type a nigga aint me
  with the tint the 35 percent so ya cant see
  fish scales shotgun pass the "L" to big V
  flip flop candy lookin so wet it drip drop (shiiiine)
  from the tip top chrome double duce
  make a bitch stop jaw drop ballin off this hip hop
  on a budget back and forth from kentucky
  we them type of niggas that crack corn in a bucket
  a hundred and ninety spoke god damn
  look but dont touch it we commin down I-65
  nappy and company (vertical grills) on the cadilac we so real
  skinny deville return like a bat out of hell
  hell dont ya think nappy roots comin as well
  Big V, B. Stille, Prophet, Clutch, and Fish Scales yeaahh
    [CHORUS]
  My ride be sittin on dem hundred spokes (hundred spokes)
  my candy paint straight from the honeycomb (honeycomb)
  wood grain interior leather and chrome (leather and chrome)
  everybody ride out its on its on (its on its on)
    [FISH SCALES]
  ay yo thats my cab jumped out leavin a tab
  hold on man we'll discuss that later
  B. jumped out like (fuck that hater)
  fell in the aspen rotten like martin
  two white dudes one looked like matt harprin
  later on he's eatin and ball in cleavland
  and I jumped out like fuck your season
  van dam woke up in the grand am
  real hot no air for the car jam
  twenty inches ride both on probes
  look nice chevrolet on pipes
  keep chevy tint that twinkle so bright
  B.O.B im'a ball on budget
  pumped out two thou on the 89 cutlass (biiitch)
  nah you cant ride im selfish
  aint too many ho's wanna touch this velvet
    [CHORUS]
    [B. STILLE.]
  hop in with me we bout to leave
  you gotta pop it I drope a dollar in ya pocket
  gas up the crotch rocket pass up the cops blocked it
  (hey B. Stille can I role with you and Prophet)
  extra clean you cant tell me nean
  drop the top showin off for the summa
  the cadilac stretch on dem bow legged stillets
  where the candy paint sets like a wet cigarette
  bubble coat primers chrome spiders inside us
  big enough for my team and a couple of trainers
  but it hold no minors thats major
  wood grain and ya get deep beaters big features
  feel boom from the beats in my big speakers
  its on in my seats and my signature
  dont throw dirt on my name no shirt as I lean
  out the window pane you hear the country boy sang
    [CHORUS]
  

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