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letra de ride - freshy dageneral

[intro]
o made that beat
glaa
glaa, glaa, glaa (opps, suck my d-ck)
(y’all, suck my d-ck)

[chorus]
look, she wanna shake it on fresh
when i’m done with your friend, you next
look, keep all that love, all i want is the s-x
no chiefin’, don’t say you want next
we’ll spin that block, we comin’ for wreck
wanna see a body drop. nun’ more, nun’ less
say my name, you might be next
all-black grip, i love that tec
we just put him to ‘sleep, he gon’ love that rest
f-ck with us b-tch, i love that s-x
she like “freshy, you a chief, ya’ d-ck the best”
big m.i.s., all we do is flex

[verse 1]
run the future, run this sh-t, i need that check
he wasn’t moving right, so his ass got left
will, hе a demon, he ride for thе set
[?], he’d apply for set
woulda-coulda [?], he’ll lie for the set
no lie, i think bro gon’ die for the set
all my g’s gon’ ride for the set
he ain’t really gon’ ride, better quit it
how many times do we shoot? no limit
33 to his back, no pippen
bro got bro in the back with his smith n’
take one, then our reaction is different
bro off the lace, ’bouta crash it, he whip it
we ain’t cool, lookin’ like flash when you dippin’ (look)
look, talkin’ that sh-t, but that n-gga not wit’ it
paku’ll spin it back, f-ggot’ll feel it
black mask, four times, throw shots, get missin’
cops on they ass, told bro, “just dig it”
shoot at they hat, we wildin’ with k!llas
kay in the back so you ridin’ wit a b-tch
how the f-ck bro die off the liquor? i’m wit’ it
.30 shot, make a n-gga last for a minute
ain’t no goin’ back, we was first gonna bin it
slide for this life, no b-tch better live it
philly in this sh-t, no cap, no gimmick
shoot for the court, come with that pivot
bih’ move that bl!ck, watch him get messy
breeze through the states, told him to spliff it
talk all that sh-t, that n-gga not with it
breakin’ ’em down, fire sh-t with it
“woulda-coulda” wrap, i’m passin’ you with it
got church in a spliff, yea i’ll pass you with it
know a couple n-ggas that died a vibe, for that homicide, for this drama boy!
and no duh my boy got a chop
no safety on ’em, we was bouta bust
[chorus]
look, she wanna shake it on fresh
when i’m done with your friend, you next
look, keep all that love, all i want is the s-x
no chiefin’, don’t say you want next
we’ll spin that block, we comin’ for wreck
wanna see a body drop. nun’ more, nun’ less
say my name, you might be next
all-black grip, i love that tec
we put him to ‘sleep, he gon’ love that rest
f-ck with us b-tch, i love that s-x
she like “freshy, you a chief, ya’ d-ck the best”
big m.i.s., all we do is flex

[outro]
now we rockin’
f-ck all the opps, n-gga

- freshy dageneral

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