sev nasty - ride with me lyrics
[intro]
ridin’ through the city with my double cups
gotta couple sl-ts with me ’cause they down to f-ck
but we ain’t trippin’ unless them hoes are tryna f-ck for free
bad b-tches, where they at, come take a ride with me
steppin’, steppin’ to my car, i got my seat back
wicked blunts up on my lap, i got my weed sack
but we ain’t trippin’ unless them hoes they tryna smoke for free
bad b-tches, where they at, come take a ride with me
[chorus]
ridin’ through the city with my double cups
gotta couple sl-ts with me ’cause they down to f-ck
but we ain’t trippin’ unless them hoes are tryna f-ck for free
bad b-tches, where they at, come take a ride with me
steppin’, steppin’ to my car, i got my seat back
wicked blunts up on my lap, i got my weed sack
but we ain’t trippin’ unless them hoes they tryna smoke for free
bad b-tches, where they at, come take a ride with me (ah, sev)
[verse 1: se7en]
okay, now hold up, yeah, hold up
like let me blow that smoke up
that dope [?] it’s blunt hiroshima got me blown up
and i can’t help but smoke it (nu-uh)
take away all this commotion
i [?] watchin’ hold the wheel, call it roller coaster (haha)
back, back to basics, feel the faces, the matching aces (yeah) (what up?)
got a million tastes, and all amazing, no second places (no)
who winnin’ races in this b-tch, boy?(yeah)
keep talkin’ sh-t they ain’t no basics in the clique boy
we winning
we’ll keep on going on (going on!), hand stay strong keep rolling up
double cups, bad b-tch, with att-tude like: “what the f-ck?”
i’m a hit that later (sh-t), let’s get to the paper
more time for the favors, less time for the haters
and f-ck them fakers, yeah
i’m a keep burning that og, kush long got o6
hit the bong with my od, my f-ckin’ b-tch they proceed (yeah)
i get this paper if it k!lls me b-tch
i’ve been in my whip, we ain’t go stoppin’ til we filthy rich, yeah
[chorus]
ridin’ through the city with my double cups
gotta couple sl-ts with me ’cause they down to f-ck
but we ain’t trippin’ unless them hoes are tryna f-ck for free
bad b-tches, where they at, come take a ride with me
steppin’, steppin’ to my car, i got my seat back
wicked blunts up on my lap, i got my weed sack
but we ain’t trippin’ unless them hoes they tryna smoke for free
bad b-tches, where they at, come take a ride with me
[outro]
with my double cups, yeah i was down to f-ck
to tryna f-ck for free, and take a ride with me, yeah
i got my seat back, i got my weed sack
they tryna smoke for free, and take a ride with me, yeah
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