Trae
Trae - Ride Wit Me songtekst
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Bounce with me now, bounce Bounce with me now, bounce Bounce with me now, bounce I stay fresher than a motherfucker, cleaner than a pimp Big 40 got me walking with a limp With a limp, little nigga getting rich Started of eating noodles every night steak and shrimp, lord Little nigga take a glimpse Pocket say cheese like a nigga taking flicks Got to think hoe, she can even take a dick Fly nigga blowing up, you would think I was a blimp But a plane in the sky, getting brain from a dime In the back of the jet only thing on my mind Is the money and the clothes, cars and the hoes And my little nigga probably growing tall, getting old What your life like, sir Money machines sounding like a typewriter Probably eat the pussy but I wouldn't wife her All the floor, vent the door, I pull out like skrr Kitty and the engine might purr Sipping on the lean so a nigga might slur Promethazine make my vision go blur And these diamonds on my neck and my wrist like burr So cold, oh no I ain't gotta go go 'Cause my Presi rose gold and I'm balling Pro Bowl Romo niggas quarterbacking with my old hoe But I ain't tripping yolo, nigga Niggas say they keep the flave' but it ain't like that Try me, I go hard in the paint right quick Laugh at a nigga tryna take my pic In a new white 645 white brick Bank roll like D with a bit like this Throat nigga, no, you ain't rich in my clique Got shit on my clique, nigga ask your bitch I call her right quick, she get on my dick Nigga get like that, get like that Fuck ass nigga come and get like that Get like that, get like that Sucker ass nigga can't get like that Come and get like that, get like that Pussy ass niggas can't get like that Come and get like that, get like that Y'all sucker niggas can't get like that Riding in something, better put up with something you can't claim Crown me in the city as king, it ain't changed Ain't no nigga hotter than me, I'm covered in flames Renovated the chains so haters can look strange Young nigga fly on they ass, I got Wayne Cover the trail, shooters for haters, we got game Still pull up in the hood, get work and dump change Didn't pull up in your city, get hit and jump planes Southwest rock star, Guns and Roses Been a stiff nigga, bet your ass can't fold this Niggas on dick, tell 'em niggas to hold this All black coupe, you seen how I roll this Everything ice, nigga, ain't I the coldest Top neck bank, bitch, I'm easy to notice Hundred grand cash, make it easy to focus Rich broke nigga, lord knows I'm hopeless Straight up off the gutter with the rats and the roaches Louis Vuitton belt, put it right where the roast is Putting bad bitches on my two leg coaches I ain't here to block, I call please, run that pussy then I probably part ways Hustle gang bitch, count money all day Niggas say they keep the flave' but it ain't like that Try me, I go hard in the paint right quick Laugh at a nigga tryna take my pic In a new white 645 white brick Bank roll like D with a bit like this Throat nigga, no, you ain't rich in my clique Got shit on my clique, nigga ask your bitch I call her right quick, she get on my dick Nigga get like that, get like that Fuck ass nigga come and get like that Get like that, get like that Sucker ass nigga can't get like that Come and get like that, get like that Pussy ass niggas can't get like that Come and get like that, get like that Y'all sucker niggas can't get like that Hundred in my pocket I'm a partner staying trippin' With a bunch of Cali niggas in the neighborhood crippin' A nigga want to talk, send a nigga on a mission Hit a nigga with a chopper, make a nigga come up missing Play no game, nigga, know my real Save me the trouble, nigga, check yourself Extendo clip, nigga, check my belt All we do is get money in the game, got real Hustle game over everything, nigga, no exceptions I'm crazy on the phone, I can hear you, no reception Nigga try me in this song, have mercy, God bless you I'm a motherfucking king, why'd I care about a pussy I'm chasing all profession, I'm getting all the money Lame ass niggas can't get shit fronted I got a group of young niggas going hit lip for me Ask a hater fuck a name, never did shit for me 75 on the wrist got a hundred on the neck Kill a nigga get a life sentence and respect another one in front of that With a group of bad bitches say they want it from the back A nigga try to do respect, I ain't playing none of that Shorty hit 'em with the Tech, lay the nigga on his back Fly now, pull a 9 on a nigga Niggas say they keep the flave' but it ain't like that Try me, I go hard in the paint right quick Laugh at a nigga tryna take my pic In a new white 645 white brick Bank roll like D with a bit like this Throat nigga, no, you ain't rich in my clique Got shit on my clique, nigga ask your bitch I call her right quick, she get on my dick Nigga get like that, get like that Fuck ass nigga come and get like that Get like that, get like that Sucker ass nigga can't get like that Come and get like that, get like that Pussy ass niggas can't get like that Come and get like that, get like that Y'all sucker niggas can't get like that