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twain gotti - ride out كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
hey baker million
i think we gonna have to ride this one hard right here
to the end of the road
til the dust fall off
til there ain’t no more clips, we gon’ ride

[hook]
we ‘gon ride tay
like a trunk full of bricks on dubs and some 808s
straight raw no soft goin’ hard
spark off set it off gettin’ lost on the interstate
i’ma bang til my bricks sold out and my dubs fall off
and i come up in the renegade
i’ma bang til my fist start bleed and my hands start leaking
and bullets get to hittin’ mane
we ‘gon ride tay
like a trunk full of bricks on dubs and some 808s
straight raw no soft goin’ hard
spark off set it off gettin’ lost on the interstate
i’ma bang til my bricks sold out and my dubs fall off
and i come up in the renegade
i’ma bang til my fist start bleed and my hands start leaking
and bullets get to hittin’ mane

[verse 1: twain gotti]
cp3 get paid get scrilla get high
f-ck b-tches sip liquor k!ll n-ggas
so i stay on my grind with a pistol and a picture
money in my hand blowing green with the n-ggas
ice on my chest showing off for the b-tches
tone on my waist going hard for them n-ggas
the people say they watchin but your boy still flippin
and they steady plottin but your boy still grippin
listen, walked to your boy and i approached him
12 midnight on his traphouse porch and
everybody saw when i motherf-ckin choked him
but n0body saw when i motherf-ckin smoked him
roped him, sharpened up the shank then i poked him
357 smith & wesson mean scoped him, roped him
had me crackin up so i joked him, it’s betweezy six feet ova
told ya, f-ck with my money i’ll roast ya
can’t forget the bread i’ll motherf-ckin toast you
should have thought about it when you came and awoke him
now look at your -ss in pain not walkin’
that’s what you get for underestimating n-ggas you don’t know
walkin ’round with a strap n-gga you don’t even blow
[?] with the money n-gga you don’t even show
talkin’ big boy sh-t but you still need to go

[verse 2: mr baker]
yeah, dirty riding [???] (what’s good?)
chauffer drivin fast, slow down, you about to wreck
them state troopers in virginia pull your -ss quick
we be gone for the rest of our life when we get knocked off with all this sh-t
mane if they hit the lights i’m dirty man i’m hoppin’ out
i got a warrent for my arrest thats what i’m talkin about
so we gonna ride until the wheels go pop
cause im gonna get this sh-t back, gonna get this sh-t back
i put my all in it
so now im all in it
im tryna ball in it
money stacked tall in it
and they gonna come and get me one day
so i be on the freeway, p-ssin’ that baton like a relay
who gives a f-ck where he say she say
me say, get that money three way
and dodge the da in va
make it look easy
keep that money coming on replay, believe me

- twain gotti

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