ride my ride

She wanna ride my ride
Baby yeah it's justified
Brand new Honda, switching lanes, I will pay those fines
Make you feel alright
Baby we can fuck all night
She wanna ride my ride
She wanna ride my ride
Two in the morning, calling my phone, maybe you'll hit me up
You want the Louis, Gucci, Prada, yeah I'll pick it up
Wearing designer, I don't mind, I will sic him up
No more parties in L.A. I feel sick of them

Talk with the doctors I need my drugs
Talk with the plug I need my mud
Shoutout god he gave me a gift
To spaz on beats while I roll up blunts
No more parties in LA
Give me time yeah give me space
Hit that blunt yeah medicate
Up that 40 elevate
Take a perc imma innovate
So many drugs in me it's a video game
And we poppin bottles we celebrate
Pull up in a phantom bitch it's great
I just hopped off a plane with my Prada bag
Still fuck 12 cause they seize my shit
Including all my fucking gang
Stop playing baby bring it back
Sip in the studio bitch I'm the "act"
We be rolling up woods in here, they be looking like breaking bad
Fuck it, hop in the p1 baby I like to ride my ride
Right my wrongs nah bitch sike
Fuck that bitch I'll stay up high

She wanna ride my ride
Baby yeah it's justified
Brand new Honda, switching lanes, I will pay those fines
Make you feel alright
Baby we can fuck all night
She wanna ride my ride
She wanna ride my ride
Two in the morning, calling my phone, maybe you'll hit me up
You want the Louis, Gucci, Prada, yeah I'll pick it up
Wearing designer, I don't mind, I will sic him up
No more parties in L.A. I feel sick of them

I'm with a thottie, she feeling at rest
Bullets gone have him praying, he feel blessed
I'm a real breakout, in the cast
Me and that bitch is not attached
I'm off the weed I'm finna ash
Pokemon, bitch I'm finna catch
Deserve to flex, I'm feeling brash
Come around, you can't lose
20's on me, looking blue
Disappear need a clue
If Jowe spitting, you know that it's true
Ain't doing writtens when I'm in the booth
You smoking that ganja, I know that it's boof
No J 'round me, that shit won't roll
Dolce, Gucci, it's honorable
Finna ride out when homies get trolled
Thottie wanna ride my ride, she get low

She wanna ride my ride
Baby yeah it's justified
Brand new Honda, switching lanes, I will pay those fines
Make you feel alright
Baby we can fuck all night
She wanna ride my ride
She wanna ride my ride
Two in the morning, calling my phone, maybe you'll hit me up
You want the Louis, Gucci, Prada, yeah I'll pick it up
Wearing designer, I don't mind, I will sic him up
No more parties in L.A. I feel sick of them



Credits
Writer(s): Hugo Lövdahl, Joep Bogaerts, Yani Dickens
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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