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damu ridas (bloods) - damu ride كلمات الأغنية

[hook: b-brazy]
let’s get high biiitch
in my damu ride
sittin’ on the gold ones
hittin’ that side to side

[verse 1: b-brazy]
biiitch i’m ’bout to come with that flow that’s stupid
i don’t smoke loop trick
just pure marijuana
a o.g. behind us lookin’ for don juanas
so i can light ’em up like a philly blunt of ganja
(braze whatcha gonna do when you get out the jail?)
b-tch i’m gonna k!ll me some crabs
(well what do you consider crabs?)
f-gs with flue rags
well let the crab-k!llin’, b-tch-k!llin’ braze hit the stage
grab the mic and all the b-tches p-ssies started to get glazed
what’s happ’nin’ blood? it’s the lanes, grape crab k!lla gang
bhakis hang like it’s the thang, blood
fool i’m rollin’ with the k!llas b-tch the mafia denvers
couple of the blood gangs that be ridin’ on thangs
i’m cold blooded like big trick, gots to stay rich
figueroa rida gang b-tch, the street and the cl!ck

[hook: b-brazy]
let’s get high biiitch
in my damu ride
sittin’ on the gold ones
hittin’ that side to side

[verse 2: pimp d]
hoppin’ to the ‘4
it’s time to take a ride
with the m-th-f-ckin’ damus ride
n-gga from back side to side
watch the three wheel motion
headed on up and then we keep on boastin’
flossin’ on the d’s, b-tches all on them nuts
but this brazy–ss n-gga
ain’t givin’ a mad–ss f-ck
about no sl-t
oh, i never
i’m settin’ off shots because i’m so d-mn clever
now whatcha wanna do?
i’m down with the f-ckin’ dogs from the east to the west
statin’ on the f-ckin ‘shaw
so back the f-ck on up b-i-tch please, it’s the y-g pimp d
i’m in it for the cash money
now what you talkin’ about?!
nuthin’ i suppose!
that’s why we catch n-ggas slippin’ on the golden chrome
ahaha…
n-gga don’t even try to figure
why the damu ridas are the real cap peelers, n-gga

[hook: b-brazy]
let’s get high biiitch
in my damu ride
sittin’ on the gold ones
hittin’ that side to side

[verse 3: b-brazy]
i need a shiny gold tooth
to match the naughty daytons in the coupe (brazy ballin’ now)
now ain’t that the truth
wash her up, charge her up or shoot your boggie for the b-tches
sunday night you be
everythang b-tton on switches
it’s about
who’s flossin’ the most
and who’s tossin’ the most
and which m-th-f-ckin’ ride keep hoppin’ the most
for the hoes with halftops and brazy dukes
all tryin’ to get cute
for this n-gga in the coupe
that be rollin’ 4 deep
red beanies in a rider, pancake at the light
tsoop! raise the front higher
just left the denver lanes we baravanning to the bumps
quarter over in crab hood blood the one-times got a y-g bumped up
but they just gave mad at ticket so we west side roll
so we all can go and bick it
at the party in the dena’s the m and l’s keep it goin’ on ‘woop ‘woop
1-0-9 ‘woop ‘woop for 1-0-4

[hook: b-brazy]
let’s get high biiitch
in my damu ride
sittin’ on the gold ones
hittin’ that side to side

[verse 4: peanut 2]
peanut deuce on the twisters
got ’em off swing
blood i’m entertaitin’
mafia lane and
in a lex ??? bumper them b-dog cut
so when i hit your -ss up fool you better give it up
rollin’ with eight and braze, hawk, yak and spider
(damus and ru’s only roll with true c-k ridas — braze)
f-ck beatin’ ’round the bush, denver lanes on the map
and i feel like a mack twistin’ up a dub sack
e-bo and the lanes be me hoppin’ like a ‘4
and i hit a few more, let ’em swingin’ little mo’
it’s the figueroa thugs, y-g bloods
now let me hit the henne-b so i can catch a buzz
when i’m slippin’ and slidin’
on the west side and
crossin’ on whoever ain’t damu ride (f-ck individual’s, boover’s…)

[hook: b-brazy]
let’s get high biiitch
in my damu ride
sittin’ on the gold ones
hittin’ that side to side

[verse 5: lil’ hawk]
front and back, side to side, four deep in my ride
it’s me and my n-ggas rollin’ through the west side
dipped than a m-th-f-cka on d’s, steady swervin’
down crenshaw, n-gga’s trippin’ i’mma serve ’em
i’m not goin’ out like these other n-ggas
you either blink wrong i’mma squeeze the f-ckin’ trigger
i’m not tryin’ to be the man but i can be the man
so i hope you n-ggas and b-tches really understand
not to f-ck around you gets clowned
either way it go from the streets either on the studio
where we don’t give a f-ck
and bring it on if you think you got nuts
blood you better know the time
because i love my 9, will relax your m-th-f-ckin’ mind
sh-t, what can i say?
rollin’ in my ride n-gga it’s just another day

[hook: b-brazy]
let’s get high biiitch
in my damu ride
sittin’ on the gold ones
hittin’ that side to side

- damu ridas bloods

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