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jack skyy - pryyde2thesyyde lyrics

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[verse 1]
cruisin’ on the ’37
all my dawgs they go to heaven
takin’ shots i hit the reverend
ride with me it’s armageddon (skkrt skkrt)

jumpin’ up another level
you got hits b+tch i got several
i want diamonds on the bezel (bezel yeah)

2k in the glove box (glove box yeah)
you waste time i call shots (i call shots+shots+shots)
i come home with 4 thots (4, thots)
you play 2k in your love socks (p+p+)

[hook]
pull up to this side yeah
your b+tch wanna ride yeah
if she ain’t with me
she with the streets

she wanna slide yeah
through the night yeah
all the time yeah
put it on my life
she wanted me to put my motherf+ckin’
pride to the side yeah
i can’t lie yeah
i can’t even stop thinkin’ ’bout mula exercises (c+c+cash)

i cannot decide yeah
she thinks that i’m nice yeah
lookin’ down her thighs i ask myself
b+tch what’s the price yeah

[verse 2]
if you hear this after poppin’
just know that i told you so
y’all can’t stop sh+t
now that my whole life feels like a rodeo

konsu on the video
grab a friend come to the show
eyes are lit and spirits glow
tracks from d+town to the mo’ (’cause)

it’s me, myself and i we’re on our own
i get racks and then i bring ’em home
spendin’ all these nights out here alone
so i hop inside the booth and b+tch i’m gone
[hook]
pull up to this side yeah
your b+tch wanna ride yeah
if she ain’t with me
she with the streets

she wanna slide yeah
through the night yeah
all the time yeah
put it on my life

she wanted me to put my motherf+ckin’
pride to the side yeah
i can’t lie yeah
i can’t even stop thinkin’ ’bout mula exercises (c+c+cash)

i cannot decide yeah
she thinks that i’m nice yeah
lookin’ down her thighs i ask myself
b+tch what’s the price yeah

[verse 3]
i’m in a state
of constant dissatisfaction
can’t hit the breaks
don’t take it slow i need action
one of the greats
like i’m prince or michael jackson
not a debate
practice the law of attraction (attraction, attraction)

back to the girl in my car she’s so desperate
gotta stay true to myself
then i’m thinkin’ she ain’t got the best yet
doubt creepin’ out the blue god help

pull my whole d+ck out and p+ss on your b+tch
f+ck all that sh+t, gettin’ rich with the clique
if i’m gon’ score bet it’s gon’ be legit
aim with the stick and then shoot on her tit

smoke in the whip, never pop in the whip
if i’m too lit get no grip and i dip
i been with b+tches i shouldn’t been with

went crazy on this sh+t (crazy)
went jay+z with the sh+t (jay)
and i peeped in the mix
now i sleep with your b+tch (with your b+tch)

got a feat full of tricks
want vv’s like the rich (vv’s)
i want these on my wrist
and i want these on my fist (on my fist)

[hook]
pull up to this side yeah
your b+tch wanna ride yeah
if she ain’t with me
she with the streets

she wanna slide yeah
through the night yeah
all the time yeah
put it on my life

she wanted me to put my motherf+ckin’
pride to the side yeah
i can’t lie yeah
i can’t even stop thinkin’ ’bout mula exercises (c+c+cash)

i cannot decide yeah
she thinks that i’m nice yeah
lookin’ down her thighs i ask myself
b+tch what’s the price yeah

- jack skyy lyrics

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