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Nappy Roots
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My Ride
作词:Melvin E Adams, Ryan Anthony, James Chambers, Chris Henry, William Rahsaan Hughes, Brian K Scott
Yo, feelin' easy like it's Sunday mornin', steak an' eggs Hey, livin' off some big rims, lookin' like some blades Play her like a pimp typa nigga, ain't me With the tint 35 percent so ya can't see
Fish scales shotgun, pass the L to big V Flip Flop candy, lookin' so wet it drip drop From the tip top, chrome double duce Make a bitch stop, jaw drop ballin' off this hip hop
On a budget back an' forth from Kentucky We them type of niggas that crack corn in a bucket A hundred an' ninety spoke, goddamn Look but don't touch it ,we comin' down I-65, Nappy an' company
Vertical grills on the Cadillac, we so real Skinny Deville, return like a bat out of Hell Hell, don't ya think Nappy Roots comin' as well Big V, B. Stille, Prophet, Clutch an' Fish Scales, yeah
My ride be sittin' on the hundred spokes My candy paint straight from the honeycomb Wood grain interior leather an' chrome Everybody ride out, it's on, it's on
Hey, yo, that's 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' an' ball in Cleavland An' 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 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Look nice Chevrolet on pipes Keep Chevy tint that twinkle so bright
B.O.B, I'ma ball on budget Pumped out two, thou on the '89 cutlass, bitch Nah, you can't ride, I'm selfish Ain't too many ho's wanna touch this velvet
My ride be sittin' on the hundred spokes My candy paint straight from the honeycomb Wood grain interior leather an' chrome Everybody ride out, it's on, it's on
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 an' Prophet?
Extra clean you can't tell me nean Drop the top, showin' off for the summa 'Cause the Cadillac 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 an' a couple of trainers But it hold no minors, that's major Wood grain an' ya get deep beater's big features
Feel boom from the beats in my big speakers It's on in my seats an' my signature Don't throw dirt on my name, no shirt as I lean Out the window pane, you hear the country boy sang
My ride be sittin' on the hundred spokes My candy paint straight from the honeycomb Wood grain interior leather an' chrome Everybody ride out, it's on, it's on
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