baby fendi - ride lyrics
chours
people comment on my life, but they don’t know how a young n-gga feel (how a young n-gga feel)
i remember long nights high asf, i ain’t know how to feel (i ain’t know how to feel)
ima work all night, swear to god i’m a touch a couple mil (ima touch a couple mil)
lot of b-tches switched up, b-tched up, y’all hoes ain’t real (y’all hoes ain’t real)
ima ride for my b-tches, swear to god i’ll die for my b-tches (ima ride for my b-tches) 4x
verse 1
queen with the sh-t yeah she on go
eskimo say she want all of the smoke
these b-tches be mad cause they know we gon blow
they hatin right now but gon be at the show
all of my b-tches on go
none of my b-tches no hoe
whole lotta b-tches switched up, but that’s just the way that it go
some nights we had to sleep on the floor
you just a b-tch i used to f-ck with, ion f-ck with you no more
the b-tches i f-cked with the hardest showed me that i gotta move solo
switch up the beat to the tempo
roll me a blunt issa dolo
the pain enhance so i roll more
i pray that i don’t feel this no more
all of y’all n-ggas gon feel this know that y’all miss it, i’m on my way up and sh-t, if you got problems with fendi better speak clearly, you better say sum lil b-tch, you go regret doing me dirty, karma a b-tch
n-gga stop calling my phone begging, i ain’t having that sh-t
chours
people comment on my life, but they don’t know how a young n-gga feel (how a young n-gga feel)
i remember long nights high asf, i ain’t know how to feel (i ain’t know how to feel)
ima work all night, swear to god i’m a touch a couple mil (ima touch a couple mil)
lot of b-tches switched up, b-tched up, y’all hoes ain’t real (y’all hoes ain’t real)
ima ride for my b-tches, swear to god i’ll die for my b-tches (ima ride for my b-tches) 4x
verse 2
hopped out of feelings, then i hopped on my bag
you f-ck with that lame b-tch, you going out sad
i’m moving forward, steady speed racing, not looking back at my past
but if you need me, this on my mama, i’ll give you my last
they want to f-ck with me now, cause a young n-gga up
but when i was broke, i ain’t have nothing, ain’t n0body give a f-ck
old friends showing love, my ex begging me to f-ck, he just want to get me pregnant, and have a young b-tch stuck
loud pack like mexico, ain’t nam b-tch on my pedestal
you new b-tch ain’t wet enough, she subtweeting on that petty stuff
i gave you all of my love, i gave you all of my trust, you didn’t appreciate nun i did, you rather have l-st (d-mn)
chours
people comment on my life, but they don’t know how a young n-gga feel (how a young n-gga feel)
i remember long nights high asf, i ain’t know how to feel (i ain’t know how to feel)
ima work all night, swear to god i’m a touch a couple mil (ima touch a couple mil)
lot of b-tches switched up, b-tched up, y’all hoes ain’t real (y’all hoes ain’t real)
ima ride for my b-tches, swear to god i’ll die for my b-tches (ima ride for my b-tches) 4x
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