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dreezy feat. gucci mane - we gon ride كلمات الأغنية

yo!
wop!
yeah
dreezy!
gucci!
welcome home!

that’s my n-gg-, that’s my bro, yeah that’s my dog
if n-gg-s wanna get it bussin’, he on call
he gon’ ride ’til the wheels fall off
yeah we gon’ ride ’til the wheels fall off
that’s my bf, that’s my day one, that’s my b-tch
you tryna tee up then you know we with the sh-ts
she gon’ ride ’til the wheels fall off
yeah we gon’ ride ’til the wheels fall off

me and my b-tches stick together like the bradys
run up on us, we won’t save, we play crazy
all my n-gg-s off them yoppas like the ’80s
and they ain’t tryna go to rehab, just like amy
i just want me and my b-tches in a foreign back to back
used to post up at the trap and now we got a p to match
pull up with my hypeman, but he don’t rap, he just strapped
and they stomp you like a fret if any n-gg- try to cap
ice and grips and takin’ trips, might cop a zip and make it flip
r.i.p. to double g, she kept a p and that was it
treat my b-tches like my holster cause they’re always on my hip
in v.i.p., i’m with the sh-ts, i cop a trey, she cop a fifth
that’s my b-tch!

dreezy!
call me gucci the don, jump on, i’m on the run
told my mama kill ’em so i’m a son of a gun
and my dad is a hustler so i’m a son of a con
and from sun-up to dawn, i won’t surrender or run
call me guwop the legend, cocaine king, they a legend
mac 11, i ride, keep shooters at every session
i’m ahead of my time, a blessin’ to the present
b-tch it’s dreezy and gucci, dreezy p-ss me the uzis
i’m not skressed out, no pressure, man i’m fresher than ever
i’m too slick to be slippin’, can’t count me out, i’m too clever
schizophrenic when paid, come to money, i panic
count a bulk by the cabbage, i’m macho man randy savage
it’s gucci!

i put traps in all my bloods and show these n-gg-s no love
up a roll and it don’t fold, i got new hundreds, no dubs
got this sh-t up out the mud but i remember we used to juug
with some thugs and they shoot like elmer fudd
yeah, pull up on you just for sayin’ somethin’
swear i’ll throw a tantrum
if you been gettin’ it with your best friend, this your anthem
still the same b-tch, won’t see me out here with no random
now we on the road and i’m stickin’ to the code
way before we touched the bag we still was makin’ b-tches mad
not in cl-ss, but they still congratulate me like a grad
out here beefin’ with your day one over these n-gg-s and it’s sad
nah we don’t fall out, n-gg-, we just ball out
ayy!

who i sound like now, b-tch?

- dreezy feat gucci mane

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