obn jay – ride by lyrics
khris james, what the f-ck?
obn, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(da-da-da-da)
oh-ooh-woah, oh-ooh-woah
(oh-ooh-woah, oh-ooh-woah)
oh-ooh-woah, oh-ooh-woah
know creatures really crawl at night
step out in public and my fans showin’ love at first sight
and that’s what’s happenin’
my lil’ n-gga knock you off like fortnite
just got a call last night like, “jay, i had to take another bleach bath”
we litty, h say, “come bring me another cup”
them digits, i f-cked around and ran them b-tches up
no ceiling, i ride ’round with no roof with bang in my trunk
no kiddin’, a lot of fake b-tches faking the funk
don’t need no alcohol, i’m turnt, i’m out my top, that’s how i am
forever me, i guess they like it, that’s why they bring out them cams
‘member them nights up in the streets, smokin’ my smoke at 3 a. m
now i’m in ‘yo, i hear a beat and i go dump when i hear ’em
pull up dumb with my louis pouch on
smellin’ real good, bond no. 9 on
thuggin’ in the hood, pullin’ up when i want
credit real good, check it off an iphone
remember no cable, remember watchin’ fbz
now mama, look at your baby performing all on bet
my n-ggas, they some gators, bite your -ss soon as you touch the streets
i really chase paper, give a f-ck ’bout what a n-gga tweet
know creatures really crawl at night
step out in public and my fans showin’ love at first sight
and that’s what’s happenin’
my lil’ n-gga knock you off like fortnite
just got a call last night like, “jay, i had to take another bleach bath”
we litty, h say, “come bring me another cup”
them digits, i f-cked around and ran them b-tches up
no ceiling, i ride ’round with no roof with bang in my trunk
no kiddin’, a lot of fake b-tches faking the funk
it’s all wrong
yeah, i help a lot, but i be -ssed out ’cause i don’t have no one to call on
save breath ’cause my dawg gone
dre, i know i might see you another day, watch over me while i record songs
ooh, i made another couple grand today
now i be fresher than a b-tch like toothpaste
new wave, sh-t, i f-cked around, created a new race
fugazi, these n-ggas ain’t my kind, we ain’t the same
don’t i act a f-ckin’ donkey? yes, i do
young n-gga sh-t bad, i’ma give it how they want it, i’m the truth
my money goin’ up and now i’m childish, fightin’ with the coupes
still hollering, “f-ck 12,” and, “free my dawgs,” i never trust a troop
know creatures really crawl at night
step out in public and my fans showin’ love at first sight
and that’s what’s happenin’
my lil’ n-gga knock you off like fortnite
just got a call last night like, “jay, i had to take another bleach bath”
we litty, h say, “come bring me another cup”
them digits, i f-cked around and ran them b-tches up
no ceiling, i ride ’round with no roof with bang in my trunk
no kiddin’, a lot of fake b-tches faking the funk
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