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letra de air trip - drxvegitoz

[intro: drxvegitoz]
this ain’t cheddar, this quiche

[chorus: drxvegitoz]
got a b-tch to ride or die
ride it just like it’s on my bike
do this all to circulate
f-ck her, just feels like you’re like
throw it just so i can ride
take her just so i can ride
calling just so i can ride
ride it just how i like my bike
take her on a field trip
take her on a race (schyeah)
take her on a trip (schyeah)
take her out her house

[verse 1: drxvegitoz]
i’m spittin’ out venom
the baby not real, it’s not in ’em
send ’em a letter, i k!ll ‘еm
close that boy door, we dismiss him
i done got too high, just a littlе
and i’m out my mind, just a little
red lambo’, red skittle
double o-5, we criminal
i ain’t bought a yacht, bought a missile
tape on the gun, can’t miss ’em
tape on it
shake on it, shake on it
uh, shawty keep f-ckin’ my bones
movin’ too fast, ’bout to break somethin’
shawty keep hidin’ my phone
you keep doin’ that, i’ma break somethin’
nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah, break somethin’
[chorus: drxvegitoz]
got a b-tch to ride or die
ride it just like it’s on my bike
do this all to circulate
f-ck her, just feels like you’re like
throw it just so i can ride
take her just so i can ride
calling just so i can ride
ride it just how i like my bike
take her on a field trip (uh-uh)
take her on a race (uh-uh, schyeah)
take her on a trip (uh-uh)
take her out her house (huh)

[verse 2: drxvegitoz]
whippin’ that b-tch like a rental
two hundred cash, my b-tch say i’m mental
medical plans, i’m all in her dental
we like a dog, i’m fresh out the kennel
people say, “gas,” they rollin’ up fennel
ain’t on my level, lil’ b-tch, don’t reach
always hollerin’ ’bout you rich, we riche
this ain’t no regular cheddar, this quiche

[bridge: drxvegitoz]
you ain’t outside, i wish it was different (uh-uh, uh-uh)
you ain’t outside, i wish it was different (uh-uh, uh-uh)
[verse 3: drxvegitoz]
i’m draggin’ my nuts, got my d-ck out the dirt
put it right in her b-tt, got her twerkin’ in turks
if that my lil’ b-tch, she gon’ listen to durk
in the trenches with her feelin’ uncomfortable
i was crushin’ on you, now i’m f-ckin’ on you
steady bussin’ on you, now you love me
haters gon’ say you can just want my lil’ paper
but who wouldn’t want a person with some money?
d-ck in her stomach, i’m makin’ her vomit
that foreign imported from saudi arabia
like how you riding the d-ck like a gangster
for yeezy, you can turn my dealer to an angel
my name just should’ve been ty
’cause dollar signs get my d-ck wet
got a b-tch high and she out of her mind
bae on a trip, i done took her to six flags

- drxvegitoz

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