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letra de riidee - mikey dee

[verse 1: mikey dee]
i love the chill music
homicide, i k!ll music
or least the beat psychedelic
type of feel music
i siced the boom for them trunk dumpers
and yea, i got her moving in them hip huggers
true
forget your troubles, we gon’ be happy
and if you can’t take yo’ -ss home
and if you can’t hold your liquor
take yo’ -ss home
n-body babysitting n-gg-s who is past grown
that sh-t dead
we on an all-night flight out on the town
got the plug out the way soon as we touched down
business is pleasure, gotta be
i’m shining on these shady n-gg-s so i make it hard to see
imma tell you like no malice told me
cash rules everything around we
so we get the bigger picture of the life that we conceive
don’t worry bout tomorrow as long as god love proceeds
and we love you pablo
and we miss you pete
my n-gg- lump, keda boo, teff, and big sweets
some died by the guns, and some of yall didn’t
absent from the body, but your spirit still with us
i gotta party hard, only way we know to cope
the picture booth and bar got me going home broke
hand on the bible, my loyalty is true
man, it’s family over everything
and yea that’s on the crew
wait, packed club full of bad women
and my team set records when they all left with us
and we fly on the regular
bammas try catch us switching lanes in the fast car
never will we let up we

[hook: mikey dee & beanface]
ride, (i hear ya)
ride, (i hear ya)
ride, (rigghtt)
ride
and we fly on the regular
bammas try catch us switching lanes in the fast car
never will we let up we
ride, (i hear ya)
ride, (i hear ya)
ride, (rigghtt)
and we fly on the regular
bammas try catch us switching lanes in my fast car
beanface what’s up?

[verse 2: beanface]
ride
kickstand the night
oh how i love sipping that sweet dirty sprite
oh how i love shooting dice, getting fly
putting money in my men pockets so we can live life
and that’s law
cop me a cocaine white big chevy, just ride around with my dawgs
so fresh, so clean, bad b-tch on the scene
you would think i was selling that raw
nah, b-tch i’m working hard
got a hustler’s mentality, i’m always on my job
and that’s chasing cheese
can’t you see?
they say i’m the last of a dying breed
but if you ask me
clearly, ain’t never really been one quite like bean
i’m employed, got two degrees
good sense, respect in the streets
this loyalty is part of my creed
do anything for family
whoa
whoa, change up my flow
we hit up the functions and spend lots of dough
straight to the bar or the booth where we go
them cameras is flashing, we yelling yolo
whatcha know? whatcha know?
last name face and my first name bean
dead presidents, all about my cream
seat pleasant b-tch, yea that’s my team
yea home of k!llers, home of hustlers
some of them realist and some busters
home of robbers, single mamas
fiends, pistols, and them choppas
home of ballers, kd
so many others that chose the streets
so many haters, gotta keep the heat
gotta make sure my squad eat
uh huh
i gotta make sure my family straight
cuz you know they always tryna hate
so we cruise by, riding through in big boy whips
you know what it is
and we fly on the regular
bammas tryna catch us switching lanes in my big truck
never will we let up

[verse 3: mikey dee]
turn it all the way up!
let the system bleed music
and keep that thing tucked, unless you gotta use it
you really shouldn’t have to, tonight we celebrating
but what’s a wild night without n-gg-s hating?
maybe cuz my youngin swag something like jamaican
and she talking heavy creole, something like a haitian
nah i’m just bragging, i had a boss moment
we ride, ride

[hook: mikey dee & beanface]
ride, (i hear ya)
ride, (i hear ya)
ride, (i hear ya)
ride, (true)
and we fly on the regular
bammas try catch us switching lanes in my fast car
never will we let up we
ride, (i hear ya)
ride, (i hear ya)
ride, (rigghtt)
and we fly on the regular
bammas try catch us switching lanes in the fast car
never will we let up

- mikey dee

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