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tedy andreas - casablanca كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: tedy andreas]
reflect on myself after tanqueray, i’m re-ssessing
blood on my nikes, murdered the game after second guessing
do what i do til the coupe got no roof
rest in peace to walter payton, still run back with the loot
hoes wanna blow me, know my story from tallah-sse to bota
said mama bust it open like ya horoscope told ya
i’m the g*nius of rap, come try and crack up my da vinci code
same homie, lane switching, new status, different clothes
my brain cells don’t get along it’s like a gang fight
weed and alcohol collide and k!ll it on the same night
keep macin’ alive, i’m back when i rhyme
f-ck all that wack sh-t i’m the south side mac in his prime
i’m just rollin’ homie, a thousand dollars
lotta b-tches and they hoes know me
windows closed homie, the box hot in the city
crack the sunroof, the whip blowin’ smoke like a chimney
and just ride

[hook: alex emami]
let’s ride
let’s roll
let’s get high
let’s get blowed
all night
in the 64
west side
i get it on my own, i get it on my own
i get it on my own, i get it on my own…

[bridge: tedy andreas]
get high to it
keep it trill, if you listen you a blidge to it
make my own f-ckin’ rules and get my mind thru it
just, just ride to it
crack a seal if you will and get high to it
keep it trill, if you listen you a blidge to it
make my own f-ckin’ rules and get my mind thru it

[verse 2: tedy andreas]
sing along if you rollin’ with me, ay
someone get these b-tches on english
bumpin’ riding dirty on replay
keep it trill if you sw-ngin’ with a g bae
he say whatever he say
cliche rappers always talking bout a relay
if you really running sh-t we would’ve seen it front page
the freshest mother f-cker out the seven one tre’
ayyy, b-tch i’m tryin to blow
i’m talkin twenty four karats in the gold
i f-cked two hundred forty b-tches on the road
make two hundred forty thousand for a show
baby what chu know
b-tch i’m tryin to blow
in la and she ask me what we smoke
she said v why you so god d-mn dope
i grab the whole globe by the god d-mn throat
baby what chu know

(hook)
let’s ride
let’s roll
let’s get high
let’s get blowed
all night
in the 64 (in the cherry six fo’)
west side (west side til i die)
i get it on my own, i get it on my own
i get it on my own, i get it on my own…

- tedy andreas

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