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letra de ride around slow - emilio rojas

i hear them talking and i love it,
but i let them keep they hate cause otherwise they stuck with nothing
but i’m not the one to f-ck with, rolling round with suspects
and they looking everyday they not in cuffs, i guess it’s success
and i’m uptown around amsterdam, where women kicking back
we all out to dinner, she don’t eat before she instagram it
but i’m way to spanics, we ain’t pulling up in civics stow
we be getting long panameras like we pitching dope
and i used to live at home and now i’m out of my mama’s
and a bit of riding out with my partners,
and i’m going out of town with your finest
i ain’t bother with college, nah, i tried it out do mean sh-t
when you living like james dean, you don’t give a d-mn about a dean’s list
and i’m creeping round with them clean chicks
they don’t know the meaning of clean p-ss
they don’t ask how my week been
they only ask where the weed is
i’m living filthy till it kill me
and you can tell the judge the only thing i’m guilty of
is being guilt free

[hook]
we riding round slow, yeah, we riding round slow
lil mama getting low up in the p-ssenger seat
we riding round slow, yeah, we riding round slow
got the windows with the tints cause we don’t wanna be seen
we riding round slow, yeah, we riding round slow
we leave the crib about 3, now that’s a f-cking routine
cause we don’t have a sleep, the city never sleep, nah
we’re too busy living our dreams
we riding round slow, yeah

yeah, and the dudes around me are ruthless
they get stupid at the bar, they taking shots of those excuses
and she waking up like she moved in, we ain’t making no breakfast
now we getting up and we s-xing and we both are maxing the exit
my whole team is so reckless and they don’t care about love
cause what the f-ck is a witness, when you gonna tell them just what they saw
our tattoos and identifies, uptown where they tantrum find
if they had they way, they’d probably be ok with that genocide
and my better side is my bad side
better half is that bad b-tch, spending money’s addictive
every d-mn feed am i happy
my mother used to get mad and curse me out in broken spanish
but now she running round saying conjo cause she’s ecstatic
and nothing matters but family, i don’t have friends
if you ain’t my brother, you nothing to me, you not sick
i’m living filthy till it kill me
and you can tell the judge the only thing i’m guilty of
is being guilt free

- emilio rojas

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