U Can't Ride & Blo My Weed
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Yea
Mmmm hmmm
Coming down
Woss Ness baby
Yea
Like this
Like that
Just slow down bopa
Pop a zantac pill
No ass to kill
Now that's just real
I'm not a trick hoe
It's a must it go down
That's the way it's gonna be
Every time I come around
A true player
With the gift of peak game
Go on and ruin your parade
Like 100% rain
You wanna ride with me
Get high with me
Flip through the club
So your friends could see
You're sitting shotgun
On my big body Benz
Showing your naked ass
So I can't comprehend
See I got your game
Sowed like stitches
So go on pop the weed
And drop them satcha britches
I know you want it
Ready to flaunt it
Hop up on it
See them hoes
That talk down
And wreck the face of your opponent
Now game is the title
I'm the author of the book
What I'm really trying to say
Is in the motherfucking hook
You can't ride and just blow my weed
And flip around without fucking me
You can't ride and just blow my weed
And flip around without fucking me
Baby we can creep roll
When the love is at the wheel
Long as a playa
Let you know this here
All that old bobbin'
Ridin around
Trying to shine
All that gold capping
With your friends
Spending mine
Is a no-go mama
Did you know I'm a
Pimp from way back
Period no comma
So don't you try to leave
Because the game is see-through
And you don't even know
About the thangs we do
Cool I ride my bucket
Peep my diamonds on the wood
But if you hit my weed
We fucking tonight is understood
Then it takes two to try
Then it's gonna take two to buy
You ain't killing off half
But esh then be quiet
But oh if you do
Then we can come through
And have these hoes sick
Like the motherfucking flu
We can shine
Even sip fine wine
Long as you ready
And willing to put it down
You can't ride and just blow my weed
And flip around without fucking me
You can't ride and just blow my weed
And flip around without fucking me
Bitches
Hoes
Tricks and sluts
Recognize the real deal
I don't play with much
I keep my own bag of killer
For myself and my bitch
Just because you yelling
Really don't mean shit
You can't hit the third switch
And ride on the right side
Puffing fat sweets
While myself yer i am high
Are you fucking
Dick sucking
What's the deal
Pay for the room
And I'm a smoke the kill
You can't ride and blow my weed
Are you feeling me
Coming from the big balling ass Big B
Boppers and tramps
Comprehend what I say
You canceled last night
So buy your own hay
Mary J
Is the only one for me
Behind T I N T
No one else can see
The young nigga of the year
Represent A C
You know what I'm saying
You can't ride and just blow my weed
And flip around without fucking me
You can't ride and just blow my weed
And flip around without fucking me
You can't ride and just blow my weed
And flip around without fucking me
You can't ride and just blow my weed
And flip around without fucking me
You can't ride