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letra de ride - ovi jozi

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ride lyrics
bounce
i need to hear the amount
count
better not f-ck up a ounce
clout
ya n-ggas be selling for both
i cannot play
i’m living for momma
and just know i’m k!lling for jo

ya n-ggas is cap
ya n-ggas is squeeze
we sending them dogs
we send em in 3’s

make some room
get outa my way
applying some gas
we sending some dank

ain’t no deal
if no cash
i o u
what about that

smoke em like swishers
chop em like dinner
you f-cking wit winners
we living the dream
i’m gon ride
for my gang
ya go snitch
not the same

i’m from h-ll
ain’t no pray
yeah my son
the only saint

ain’t selling no soul
we rollin in doe
hopped from the curb
kicking the door

i’m living in sin
but praying to god
they riding my wave
she sucking my rod

this ain’t no
gang gang go sh-t
they might still
grab yo b-tch

always was cool
was breaking the rules
was selling some drugs
even in the school
through some dirt on my soul
took that chance to go grow
now shining like gold
they feigning for more
that’s word to my fam
that’s word to my bros
i can’t stop
no no no
on my
soul soul soul soul
my mind is evolved

we uppin again
this journey i’m in
ain’t dealin wit friends
ain’t lovin again

look

i did it again
i’m critchin again
this sleep that i’m in
i’m dreaming again
dilemma again
i’m feeling like nelly
all over again
ya n-ggas was wrong
i’m living to win
i got some dirt on my name
ain’t gon k!ll out my fame

ain’t repping no color
i love all my brothers

n-ggas be switching
betraying each other
im living for me
and whoever my other
i came from the mud
i came from the gutter
b-tch

bounce
i need to hear the amount
count
better not f-ck up an ounce
clout
ya n-ggas be selling for both
i cannot play
i’m living for momma
and just know i’m k!lling for jo

ya n-ggas is cap
ya n-ggas is squeeze
we sending them dogs
we send em in 3’s

make some room
get outa my way
applying some gas
we sending some dank

ain’t no deal
if no cash
i o u
what about that

smoke em like swishers
chop em like dinner
you f-cking wit winners
we living the dream

i’m gon ride
for my gang
ya go snitch
not the same

i’m from h-ll
ain’t no pray
yeah my son
the only saint

ain’t selling no soul
we rollin in doe
hopped from the curb
kicking the door

i’m living in sin
but praying to god
they riding my wave
she sucking my rod

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