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tory lanez - ride lyrics

[intro]
yeah n-gg-, motherf-ck it is
farko (?) racks my n-gg-
your own brother gds sh-t my n-gg-
act like he don’t know better story the f-ck up n-gg-
f-ck ’em

[hook: tory lanez]
b-tch you know what’s up
if we got some ridin’ with you n-gg-s
and that .40 tucked
cash out (?) slidin’ with you n-gg-s
and you know what’s up
all i do is ride for my n-gg-s
and you know it’s up
b-tch i got that .40 tucked
b-tch you know what’s up
if we got some ridin’ with you n-gg-s
and that .40 tucked
cash out (?) slidin’ with you n-gg-s
and you know what’s up
all i do is ride for my n-gg-s
and you know it’s up
b-tch i got that .40 tucked
b-tch you know what’s up

[verse 1]
young n-gg- from the dirty party
dirty jeans tryna be a star
the ‘rari drivin’ down the boulevard
i hear (?) gonna make it far
remember cb where the junkies stay
remember chillin’ where the gunners stay
remember the nights on the block (?) they say (?) for like 30 days
remember seeing chick with the pretty face
she wanna f-ck cause the dirty cake
shoutout my n-gg- that (?)
shoot to kill, gunners stocked in my gang
i’m stackin’ my money from here
she wanna f-ck cause the deal
b-tch you can’t see us
pull off and skrt, onomatopoeia
my n-gg-s are (?) more b-tches him than a bee hive
my n-gg- got 6, f-ck it i might just run up on a co
i’m doin’ my diddy boy y’all better stay out my business
that .40 go bop-bop-bop-bop now y’all n-gg-s see why

[verse 2]
these b-tches don’t care about him
and these n-gg-s don’t worry bout him
i’m no limits, so bout it bout it
i’m smokin’ loud, you won’t hear about it
don’t break a b-tch, don’t got no feelin’s
made a livin’ off dope dealin’
in the 6 with my woes chillin’
cabana party got no ceilin’s
got (?) all on the trap
had to go throw racks on it
f-ck with jiggy yes and it’s a wrap
if we can’t find him then throw a pack on him
maybe a 4 and a half on him
either way he gon’ get eat like frito lay
n-gg-s get shot just like everyday
but these n-gg-s don’t want drama like mary j
sweet up the mary kate
n-gg-s know that i push heavy weight
cuttin’ these bricks like a wedding cake
in the pyrex, watch it marinate
took the b-tch a serenade
now i’m f-ckin’ that b-tch watch me demonstrate
i walk around with the .40 tucked
capo in hand, he know what’s up
if you get close then the .40 bust
b-tch blowin’ up, the cops showin’ up

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