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letra de ridin - boobie jones

[intro: b–bie jones]
juice-man
(yea yea)
yea this juice-man jones
(b–bie jones)
you know, sale mobb ceo sh-t
(you know what im talkin bout)
el chapo
el cap-t-ian
(aye aye aye)

[chorus: b–bie jones]
ridin
in a jeep with the doors off
ridin
tell that freak take her clothes off
ridin
sippin lean til i doze off
ridin
til i get these f-ckin o’s gone
ridin, ridin, ridin
gone
ridin, ridin, ridin
gone
ridin, ridin, ridin
gone
ridin, ridin, ridin
gone

[verse 1: b–bie jones]
ridin with them bricks in the trunk
like a dead body
hit the trap unload i’m turning junkies into dead bodies
pop a half a pill to stay up with the zombies
(mids)
i don’t like drugs but i can’t miss no money
(bussin)
take a half a molly to keep me on my toes
break a brick down chop it up in o’s
bag them hoes up then i’m on the road
taxin n-gg-s ain’t sellin sh-t for the low
straight from the go
she getting naked she walk in the door
slide on yo b-tch on the low
slidin my d-ck in her throat
slidin them bricks off a boat
off in a wrangler
my plug choppin fingers
i ride with that stainless
that sh-t leave you brainless
i’m trappin at night but i’m not serving strangers
ride with a b-tch even tho she was basic
she sucked my d-ck and she felt like she made it
she got that brain talkin good education
my plug know i’m good for making them payments
making a payment a must dog
i scooped yo b-tch off the bus dog
keepin it real i don’t trust y’all
i’m out here saying like f-ck y’all
tryna keep my name out the headlines
n-gg-s out here dodging fed time
i had 36 o’s on the redline
but now a young n-gg-

[verse 2: jay alex will]
born a perfectionist
(yea)
in love wit da method of testing it
(yea yea)
a sound that would resonate
rare form don’t need iron when cheffin it
iron mike in his prime, ain’t no bouts or no sparing with feather weights
this what we celebrate, it’s stamped and its sealed i accepted fait
came from a land that was desolate
yo job was the drugs u was messing wit
i knew one day i would detonate
pray on both knees when sh-t tested faith
(thank god)
home of the free, this the land of the brave
rather draw heat, then to land in a cage
sold cars that were lemons, still made lemonade
need them floor seats, and a palm tree wit shade
my b-tch a baddie sayin drodi behave
play with the d, and she sucker made
ya wife a free spirit it’s such a shame
she know me as daddy no government name
rest in peace, pimp c hoe
pour a four inna mink coat

- boobie jones

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