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gd8 - field trip lyrics

[chorus: gd8]
got a b+tch to ride or die
ride it just like it’s on my bike
do this all to circulate
f+ck her, just feels like you’re like
throw it just so i can ride
take her just so i can ride
calling just so i can ride
take her on a field trip
take her on a race
take her on a trip
take her out the house

[verse 1: t0p]
i’m spitting out venom
the baby not real, it’s not in ’em
send ’em a letter, i k!ll ’em
close that boy door, we dismiss him
i done got too high, just a little
and i’m out my mind, just a little
red lambo’, red skittle
double o+5, we criminal
i ain’t bought a yacht, bought a missile
tape on the gun, can’t miss ’em
tape on it, shake on it, shake on it
shawty keep f+cking my bones
moving too fast, ’bout to break something
shawty keep hiding my phone
you keep doing that, i’ma break something
break something
[chorus: gd8]
got a b+tch to ride or die
ride it just like it’s on my bike
do this all to circulate
f+ck her, just feels like you’re like
throw it just so i can ride
take her just so i can ride
calling just so i can ride
take her on a field trip
take her on a race
take her on a trip
take her out the house

[verse 2: t0p, gd8 ]
whipping that b+tch like a rental
two hundred cash, my b+tch say i’m mental
medical plans, i’m all in her dental
we like a dog, i’m fresh out the kennel
b+tches say, “gas,” they rolling up fennel
ain’t on my level, lil’ b+tch, don’t reach
always hollering ’bout you rich, we riche
this ain’t no regular cheddar, this quiche
you ain’t outside
i wish it was different
you ain’t outside
i wish it was different
i’m dragging my nuts, got my d+ck out the dirt
put it right in her b+tt, got her twerking in turks
if that my lil’ b+tch, she gon’ listen to durk
in the trenches with her feeling uncomfortable
i was crushing on you, now i’m f+cking on you
steady bussing on you, now you love me
haters gon’ say you can just want my lil’ paper
but who wouldn’t want a b+tch with some money?
d+ck in her stomach, i’m making her vomit
that foreign imported from south arabia
like how you’re riding the d+ck like a gangster
for yeezy, you can turn my dealer to an angel
my name just should’ve been ty
’cause dollar signs get my d+ck wet
got a b+tch high and she out of her mind
bae on a trip, i done took her to six flags
[chorus: gd8]
got a b+tch to ride or die
ride it just like it’s on my bike
do this all to circulate
f+ck her, just feels like you’re like
throw it just so i can ride
take her just so i can ride
calling just so i can ride
take her on a field trip
take her on a race
take her on a trip
take her out the house

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