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matt b - ridin' round lyrics

[hook]
ridin’ round the block and all these haters steady jockin’ me
getting money, getting p-ssy, livin’ my life sucka free
we take it easy cuz you know it ain’t really that hard to see
that we don’t give a f-ck, so just turn this sh-t up x2

[verse 1: masta wutu]
we gettin’ cash in fact, you do the math
as i sit back n laugh, got hoes that roll my gr-ss
i hide my stash, these hoes be actin rash
so i, press on the gas, and i never look back…
this gyp’s ready, flippin’ that script cause the world just let me
gettin’ this b-tch cause she want my baby
but i use rubbers cause um hoes want to dead me
keep my aim steady, f-ckin’ um hoes pretty girls wanna wed me
never call um back unless they fed me
chillin’ at her crib tell my b-tch come get me
young go hard, go so far, like a sonar, or a p-rnstar
i told y’all, f-ck the law, wit a crowbar
escobar
flow so raw, chillin’ wit a b-tch she a rider like winona
she on the corner, tell her suck my d-ck cuz i’m never gone phone her
see i’m callin’ all the shots, cruisin’ round the block, drivin’ slow homie cause i’m duckin’ from the cops
i’m cheifin’ super hot, from the bottom to the top, motherf-ck the breaks homie we don’t stop

[hook]

[verse 2: matt.b]
i don’t give a f-ck, ridin’ around
shirts un-tucked on my side of town
leaning out the window system boomin’
the cool mothaf-cka that b-tch pursuing
she ingenue like sidney prescott
make her scream and i don’t take a pit stop
it’s all the same but my money tick tock
i’m psycho similar to brain of hitchc-ck
birds chirping, flirting with disaster
doing what i have to, i’m one step faster
fly like nasa, blaze two spliffs then one right after
stay high like 149, hoes and weed be on my mind
it’s seems like all the time, that i’ve been working on my grind
i keep it moving, striving forward while these suckas fall behind
so everything is fine and i’m just trying to get mine
all these b-tches asking who the h-ll i am and what’s my sign
i tell em ain’t no gemini, your coochie won’t be leaving dry
i put my hands up in the sky, so don’t be telling me no lies
with those blue eyes, and that brown hair
thick thighs, fat derrière
it’s all love and no warfare
smoking dubs and i’m all there
in that four door, with the cool air
i pour more and i don’t care

[hook]

- matt b lyrics

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