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letra de ride this (dirty) - swigga

l-swift ft. a-b-tta – “ride this”
[emcee(s): l-swift and a-b-tta]
[producer(s): kenny “dope” diaz]
[sample (drums): duralcha – “ghetto funk” (0:03)]

[intro: l-swift and a-b-tta]
l-swift: yeah, just chilling out. uh. we gon’ ride to this. we gon’ ride to this. we gon’ ride to this. we gon’ ride to this. yeah, uh, yo
a-b-tta: we gon’ ride to this. we gon’ ride to this. we gon’ ride to this. we gon’ ride to this

[verse 1: l-swift]
come see
the shine i see, valleys and peaks. natural elements troops
rally for weeks, frequent-flyer miles, fly out
to cali for free, wild out, carry a g
drive out, ask for the key. accuracy
i’m zone-coasting in slow-motion
hold my chrome toast and focus my own notion. man, i
know your type roll to the fight, i’ve been through it
like dolemite, soldier for life, i been knew it
we’re most influential, y’all get influenced
by prototypes. stay overnight—i’m bent too, b-tch
i’ve been around. when the beef cook and simmer down
i spin around, injure your crown—it’s simple now. hey, you
smell that? that’s what i call my traum scent
my bomb hemp’ll get your ass higher than john glenn. sh-t
i’m in the bronx, bent, man—f-ck you expect?
couple of checks, what’s the deal? we’re stuck in the debt
breathing, suck in your breath, but, still, hustling left
we came a long way, but there’s still a couple of steps
it’s ill. run for your tec, massacre mission
sh-t, i add like a mathematician. word is bond

[hook: a-b-tta]
do you wanna
roll to the death with me? float to your destiny?
strolling through ecstasy? then all you gotta do is
move it from right to left. how much of life is left?
how could you fight your death? and i’ma show you how to
ride this sh-t ‘til the wheels fall off. we’re gonna
ride ‘til the wheels fall off. word is bond, we’re gonna
ride this sh-t ‘til the wheels fall off. we’re gonna
ride ‘til the wheels fall off

[verse 2: a-b-tta]
yo, when i die
i die smoking, and when i smoke lye, my eyes
open like chinese guys who lie frozen or hoes
who like scoping, boning in bed. they stay
moaning, soaking my head, i stay zoning. sweat
drip from my neck to the both of her legs
s-x chicks, smoke dro, and blow toast for the bread
know the ledge like you wouldn’t believe, we burn weed
and speak to the hood, reach levels you couldn’t achieve
street rebel, but i took to the sea to flow like it
read your mind like an old psychic, redefine rhymes
and squeeze nines with the same hand i hold mics with
my whole life’s spent like an insane man with no sidekick
smoke lines, spit multi clips, but what i spit
should be spinning on multi hits, but all i get
is a kick in the ass. spray my trey-deuce
pray to jesús and mix liquor with hash

[verse 3: l-swift]
i got drama for y’all
a twenty bag full of scama for y’all
ganja for all. i just smoked in carnegie hall
pardon me, y’all. i like smoke and bare-naked ladies
my quotes’ll run through your mind ‘til your ears get a baby
i know this whole year’s been crazy, and the pivot in motion
deep as the motherf-cking indian ocean. swing me
a potion, look at the road my people made
from being kings to standing in court with legal aid
what’s an equal trade? me going back to my evil days?
seeking ways to keep moving, and f-ck what people say?
yeah, it’s hard, but it’s easy for some. i smoke weed as it come
i run free in the slum. approach me with a gun
i hope you’re firing first. you was a liar at birth
so now you lie in a he-rs-. i heard it’s said your last
lie is when you lie in the earth and beddy-bye
deadly vibes spread on the low. sh-t, i’m already high, so…

- swigga

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