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letra de ridin’ (version 2) - playboi carti

[intro]
(what? what?)
(yeah, ride, ride)
homixide, homixide, homixide (yeah)
yeah

[chorus]
i already took my shirt off, hold up, yeah (what? what?)
i’m ridin’ with the windows down, yeah (what? yeah, yeah, what?)
lord, can you please give me a break? (lord, yeah)
lord, can you spare me? (okay)
lord, can you spare me? yeah
lord, can you spare me?
[verse 1]
tatted all over my motherf-ckin’ body (yeah)
i know the devil watchin’ me, he [?], yeah
too many drugs, too many drugs, i’m whole lotta talkin’, uh
[?]
i got some k!llers right behind me, uh
they go shootin’, thеy go shootin’, ‘nother mess
yeah, yеah, closed case, closed case
let them n-ggas out, i got dough, they gon’ hit you up
we got dough with the new cut
call ’em out, you can get stuck (oh, yeah)
uh, yeah, i was busting those ‘scrips, yeah, yeah
50k on the b-tch
yeah, let’s go

[chorus]
i already took my shirt off, hold up, yeah (took my shirt off)
i’m ridin’ with the windows down (let’s go), yeah
(what, jump out, yeah)
lord, can you please give me a break? (give me a break, yeah)
lord, can you spare me?
lord, can you spare me? yeah
lord, can you spare me?

[verse 2]
n-ggas talking ’bout pressure
50k on my dresser
give that sh-t to a young boy, do this sh-t on the regular
n-gga give a f-ck ’bout nun’
f-ck acting tough, b-tch we really rough
got a whole lotta guns, yeah
steal you out your funds
made it out the mud, yeah, now we having fun
whole lotta motherf-cking b-tches in here, we ain’t hating no one, uh
whole lotta b-tches in here, they gon’ f-ck on something, okay
all this money on me, you know i gotta place my bets, okay
all this money i’m countin’, i got a paper cut, yeah
ooh, i’m really up, i’m really up, yeah
i’m so up-up-up, b-tch, i think i’m really stuck, yeah
you can’t f-ck with us, yeah, we really cut sh-t, yeah
in the front’s, yeah, we pop it up right here, b-tch, let’s go
uh, jump out the window, you feeling this sh-t
jump out the window, you feeling this sh-t
ready the b-tch, we ready to hit
yeah, we ready for sh-t
n-ggas ain’t really wi—, yeah
we ready for sh-t
n-ggas ain’t really with the bricks, yeah
[bridge]
ride
homixide, homixide, homixide
yeah, yeah

[chorus]
i already took my shirt off, hold up, yeah (yeah, what? what?)
i’m ridin’ with the windows down, yeah (what? yeah, yeah, what? yeah)
lord, can you please give me a break? (lord, yeah)
lord, can you spare me? (okay)
lord, can you spare me? yeah
lord, can you spare me?

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