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yowda - rider lyrics

[intro]
king yowda!
yowda!

[verse]
i get money in my sleep p-ssy
all i know is money and that sweet p-ssy
a million dollar, what? b-tch shut the f-ck up
you ain’t had a key up in your con’
you got some cheap p-ssy
workin’ at chanel, man my b-tch on
it ain’t about no cash then my b-tch gone
n-gga mad at me, but they both wrong
why you call my b-tch?
why answering the b-tch phone?
f-ck louis, gucci and some f-cking prada
i got seven bricks [?]
shawty tee, i’m talking ’bout them gat n-ggas
f-ck buying clothes, we try’na stack this paper n-gga
6 mile run, now we tella h-ssey
tell them boys in jacksonville want some work then come get at me
universal try’na get me half a tick
but sold illegal when he pulled up with them 40 bricks
trappin’ on my mom, watchu thinkin’ ’bout?
i pulled a dollar on these one if you bring ’em out
front ’em to me and you get same day action
i’m try’na feed and get fed, i ain’t really taxin’
all the homies they can come get them thangs that cost
if not i put a stack on ’em, get ’em or get lost
them n-ggas hating on me, they call them people on me
i send them hittas in, i put the reaper on ’em
my b-tch bad, a sucker prolly get her pregnant
i got her runnin’ dope and cash out from texas
before me she was with a low life
now you can’t tell her sh-t ’bout this blow life
a hundred grand out the traphouse, pushin’ chronic
pull up, you get served somethin’ like a sonic
then i graduated to them out of state plays
send it out to turn around, it’s like [?]

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