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rivaside clique - riverside niggaz lyrics

[chorus: player ren]
you ai+you ain’t no—
you ain’t no riverside—
you ain’t no riverside—
you ain’t no riverside n+gga, shut up, b+tch

[verse 1: player ren]
you ain’t no riverside n+gga, shut up, b+tch
talkin’ sh+t ’bout r.s.c., i’ma pimp
player ren, i’m the man, n+gga, boy, i’m stackin’ grip
ridin’ through my hood, throw my sign, got two fingers down
drankin’ on a tall can, on my mother, ugly frown
holdin’ my nuts, pants saggin’, drankin’, laugh and lookin’ back
goofy n+ggas got they arms up, but sh+t, i’m gone, black
hittin’ ’em dogs on a ho, twenty+four up to my door
riverside bound, bro, destination [?]
[?] 1+0+4 up on the dash as i blast, ridin’ chevy+thang, dogs [?] hit swift
it’s a line, riverside players ridin’, v+dog, and slang payne, donny, and the duddy mane, we so deep
(you ain’t no riverside—)
hoe’s scopin’, n+ggas hopin’, wishin’ they can ride with us
riverside players in the game gettin’ extra

[verse 2: lil pain]
psycho sounds what i bump, please don’t make me pip the trunk

[verse 3: lil v+dog]
lil’ v+dog up in your sh+t, you should’ve mever trust your b+tch
d+ck her down, f+ck your ho, now she tellin’ me your info
where you keep your dope and cheese, call me a player+hatin n+gga, please
flip the script, temper green chevy+thang, hit the scene
four n+ggas deep, ain’t done sh+t, riverside in this b+tch
now you know i’m so crunk, fire up another blunt
pop the trunk, drop ’em quick, hit the gas, bye my n+gg’
ballin’, stallin’, overhaulin, lil’ v+dog (you ain’t no—) and 5.0

[verse 4: keith bo]
mouth so dry, buck so wild, we got the river in the crowd
n+ggas hot, jealous punk, but guess what? we don’t give a f+ck
keith bo keep on sweatin’ these b+tches, now this sh+t is about to end
tell me who in the river+clique, now you fold up, lookin’ scared
three bullets into the head, ho, please, just suck this grape
cut people, ground reaper comin’, everybody fake
i done told you, you didn’t listen, ain’t my fault, we finna pimpin’
sore the glock, push the clip in (you ain’t no riverside—), full of hollow tips

- rivaside clique lyrics

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