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u.s.d.a. - ride tonight lyrics

[verse 1]
candy cost three stacks, rims cost ten plus
tangerine orange with the blue leather guts
throw the deuce when i roll through the city
hot n+gga out the hood make it look so good
hit the projects, grab a couple freeze cups
lil scr+ppy n+ggas tryna gеt they g’s up
they on deck and thеy hoes tryna choose
charger got a green [?] sittin’ on twenty+two’s
slow motion ’cause the hood where the hoes at
and real hood n+ggas know where the blow at
everything all [?] ’til we take it home
split a n+gga’s sh+t if a f+ck n+gga get wrong

[chorus]
[?] might ride the ‘vert, money might push the ‘lac
two time felon but bet you won’t do scr+p
we gon’ ride tonight, we gon’ ride tonight
might ride through the trap, deuce phones, i’m a grown man
super bad b+tch, i don’t give a f+ck about ho man
we gon’ ride tonight, we gon’ ride tonight
[verse 2]
pop my collar on these n+ggas, they flexin’
these condo ass n+gga’s cars lookin’ like a mexican
and my trunk like a college band
swear to god trunk beat like a college band
hawaiian punch, froot loop colors
he got the piece on my neck, the whole crew call me barney rubble
gun [?] state, i’m so florida
candy peach on the ‘lac, sh+t, i’m so georgia
the hood hoes, they in love with a player
got the whole motherf+ckin’ hood hollerin’ bout, “yeah”
i’ma slide through later tonight
let a n+gga get right so we can ride tonight

[verse 3]
i come down the strip pancakin’
hollow man, n+ggas can’t see me, kevin bacon
kush blunts got my b+tch here stinkin’
but she love a young n+gga so she ridin’ for
when i ride down the strip, yeah, i throw up them four’s
nothin’ but clean muscle cars, yeah, that’s all we yolk
gotta sell, the buddies dealt powder coke
now the feet match the body when i ride and float
the human chandelier way my necklace glow
you can call me sl!cky rich ’cause the kid get dough
water white drop chevy, call it marshmallow
or the hard top coupe, call it armadillo
[chorus]
[?] might ride the ‘vert, money might push the ‘lac
two time felon but bet you won’t do scr+p
we gon’ ride tonight, we gon’ ride tonight
might ride through the trap, deuce phones, i’m a grown man
super bad b+tch, i don’t give a f+ck about ho man
we gon’ ride tonight, we gon’ ride tonight

- u s d a lyrics

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