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letra de riley reid - miles canady

[intro: josh willey]
since miami, i’ve been all about my commas
i count fast, but not fast as my money counter
my neighbor was mad, was doing what i wanna
they should bow down in my honor
and through the drama, i came way farther
i just went home, then came back and went harder
back then, stayed isolated, but now i’m beyond ’em
your gas on e, man
(miles cookin’ up the beat, b-tch!)

[hook: miles canady & josh willey]
they in the spot just eyeing me (yeah! yeah!)
couple of topangas and some riley reids (topangas and some-)
riding, tell the chauffeur i need higher speeds (skrt, skrt, skrt!)
they all tryna hop in, shit, that’s fine with me (shit, that’s fine with me!)
they in the spot just eyeing me
couple of topangas and some riley reids
riding, tell the chauffeur i need higher speeds
they was all tryna hop in, shit, that’s fine with me, yeah

[verse 1: miles canady]
and they all say “n-gg-” more than me
phone all in my face, instagram like she recording scenes
one of ’em -ssuming i’ma help her out with pouring lean
other one is tweakin’, asking why she’s seeing four of me
i ain’t even wanna come through
but my n-gg- said this only happens every blood moon
now we on the ride home from the club like “what you wan’ do?”
3 in the backseat, and ain’t a thing that they won’t do
oh, she a freak freak, she getting off to my song on repeat
easy, she gon’ bust it open for a retweet
it’s likely, i could cl-ssify her as a riley
’cause she just won’t shut up about bbc
saying wild shit, like she want it from the back
then how after me, she want the squad to attack
asking if we g-ngb-ng, b-tch this ain’t blacked
get your friend, cause clearly she don’t know how to act
i just wanna go home

[verse 2: drowzy]
lil shorty come and shake that -ss like a pornstar
this the first time that she ever been in foreign cars
she just tryna smoke my weed, she just wanna go to mars
yeah we all up in the club, she belong up on the stars
b-tch, you need to f-ck the game, hoe, you better play your part
-ss so fat, shit look like a work of art
these hoes ain’t even smart, i bend her over
come inside, do what i gotta do, then i break her heart
i’m the f-ckin’ man, yeah, i always had a plan
i ain’t even pop a xan, i got a band up in my hand
yeah, she start kissing me, she start to tell me she a fan
i told baby come over here, lemme do it for the ‘gram
yeah, she know that i’ma k!ll it, henny in my cup
i don’t think she even feel it, she know that i’m the realest
ain’t n-body realer, bad chocolate thing
i even got one that’s vanilla, i’m the south side k!ller, b-tch

[outro: josh willey]
your gas on e, man, your shit won’t start up
your gas on e, man, your shit won’t start up
your shit won’t start up
they was all tryna hop in, shit that’s fine with me, yeah

- miles canady

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