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letra de ride - skeptics

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[intro: skepticism, trigga, carli]
(fart) (laughing)
carli
trigga!
scepticism on the mic!
im f-cking a b-tch

[chorus: trigga]
i just wanna ride, ride, ride, ride, ride (yeah)
b-tches to the side, side, side, side, side (yeah)
i just wanna ride, ride, ride, ride, ride (yeah)
b-tches to the side, side, side, side, side(yeah)

[verse 1: trigga]
i know you think she fine, fine, fine, fine, fine (yeah)
maybe you should think about the time, time, time (yeah)
couple b-tches [?] from the line, line, line (yeah)
final chance to go take a ride (yeah, yeah, yeah)
say a lot of sh-t
be talkin’ on the walkie-talkie
going arround [?] like the migos (migo)
chop a b-tch real hard like gambino (bino)
i know you think you real hard
like i’m right below
you take a lil’ sleepy pad, to dream like a baby
lil’ b-tch i need a car [?]
just to keep my back standing
everybody on my back
you might just need to pay me
hop into a [?] and all the basic b-tches landing
runnin’ from a jock, hit em’ with a glock (glock)
runnin’ from the jock, no, i run a rock (rock)
hoppin’ on the car, don’t know where to park (stop)
need a brand new lock, just to keep them blocked (blocked)

[chorus: trigga]
i just wanna ride, ride, ride, ride, ride (yeah)
b-tches to the side, side, side, side, side (yeah)
i just wanna ride, ride, ride, ride, ride (yeah)
b-tches to the side, side, side, side, side (yeah)

[verse 2: carli]
i’m not a bad boy
you know i’m a sad boy
i know you’re a f-ckboy
yeah, aye, aye
mira como gano
me pica la mano
de tanto billete
no compro barato
no me arrebato
me sirven el plato
vestido de traje
con putas todo el rato
no me quiere mucho
ni me quiere poco
me quiere lo justo
me voy en una moto
como kinder malo
yo soy un icono
tengo dinero
me lo gasto en prendas
tengo dinero
vendas lo que vendas (yeah)

[verse 3: skepticism]
skepticism on the mic, b-tch
you walk just like a dike, b-tch
basic bithes from asia hop of that bentley night, b-tch
longboards
hardcores
[?] on an iron board
you know she’s sore
after i explore her rainbow core
she been watching from the distance think im nasty (burp)
when i hop of my car that music be blastin’ (what)
if she wanna ride my d-ck, is like a f-cking blessing (skrt)
sit down, take a sit dont be too extra
prrrra

[chorus: trigga]
i just wanna ride, ride, ride, ride, ride (yeah)
b-tches to the side, side, side, side, side (yeah)
i just wanna ride, ride, ride, ride, ride (yeah)
b-tches to the side, side, side, side, side (yeah)

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