sounds like hate Coming from her momma and daddy?s room Ride on, ride on Out to where it don?t hurt no more Ride on, come on Back to how it was before
hate Coming from her momma and daddy?s room CHORUS: Ride on, ride on Out to where it don?t hurt no more Ride on, come on Back to how it was before
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like hate Coming from her momma and daddy?s room CHORUS: Ride on, ride on Out to where it don?t hurt no more Ride on, come on Back to how it was before
skies On the move, can't lose, Hill Street Blues *** gotta pay they dues on the crews Or with the ***, spray these suckas, then I cruise My granny saw it on
he used a rubber Or I'mma be in trouble Promise I don't remember Except for Give it to me, give it to me Ooh baby what a ride ride Oh ride ride So smooth
"I ain't jokin'" "Take once for all" She said, "Now don't you tease me I just fell in love, boy So rock me kinda slow and rock me kinda easy" Sweet William
everything, worthless, bitch! You just knew, don't let her come back, Jesus! Please, don't let her come back! But she's back bitches Ha ha, okay, look, just on
been nine, shining With suede motherfucking ballets on in silks I'ma always be the young don, don't be like the niggas on the other side Hating me 'cause
Tuesday Yeah you know Shawty comin Bodytap Wednesday Pier on Thursday Bottles on ice case the girls get thirsty Esso Friday Goons in the lobby Ye told me don't hurt nobody Crucial on
So I tried, the flowers died I guess I'm just a short term ride I'll be a cameo in your dream A big pop hero soda stream How good was I on your team
shit you ride to Call one of your bad bitches tellin em you gonna slide thru.... (What Up!) Baby I'll be on that other shit (yeah) I I be on that other
That's right, papa, that's right How we do, yeah, Ill Na Na Come on What up pop? Brace yourself as I ride on top Close your eyes as you ride, right out
on the low but im not a dope dealer the fans blocking like the Steelers I let my fitted sit high Cause I am really on my grind Kat Williams flow bitch
ever again If I don't do a song to insight millions Or get a video done by Hype Williams If there's never a chance again to be seen On the pages inside
, I ride for my homies, I die for my homies I lost a couple loved, yeah, I cry for my homies Big guap on deck, crack rocks on my neck Patron shots up
