R.I.E - Lil Sad Horse

Yeah
I got a friend, he's a real sad boy
His girlfriend left him for a real bad boy
Told him, "That's a sad story
Pour up this 40
I'ma get a shorty
She gon' be here shortly
So get the fuck off your lil sad horse
I got that gas, we be whippin' that Porsche
Yeah, expel fumes like a fuckin' exhaust
We be screamin' this shit 'til our voices get hoarse"
Man, fuck that bitch, she a little sad bitch
Talkin' bout how he never spent a bag on her wrist, man
That's a "hell no" hoe
That's a real no-go
She can do it solo
Every day be YOLO
Talkin' bout a bad influence
These young boys just can't do it like I do it
Get the fluid like a radiator
V12 and this bitch sayin' "see ya later"
Shoes alligator
But that's faux though
Don't talk about no dough hoe
You know his bread shorter than Frodo
These boys think they cold
But to me they're weird like some motherfuckin' froyo
I got a friend, he's a real sad boy
His girlfriend left him for a real bad boy
Told him, "That's a sad story
Pour up this 40
I'ma get a shorty
She gon' be here shortly
So get the fuck off your lil sad horse
I got that gas, we be whippin' that Porsche
Yeah, expel fumes like a fuckin' exhaust
We be screamin' this shit 'til our voices get hoarse"
Yeah, yeah, 200 on the gas, but the Porsche be electric
She too high maintenance, that's hectic
Wanna go to France, I don't fuck with that like Brexit
Highway to heaven, first exit
Told him if I had a penny for each of my exes
I would have at least 50 cent, bitch
G-Unit
Any problem you gon' have, trust me, homie, we gon' breeze through that
Like fishnets
Let me see which bitch next
Got a hoe from the hood, I ain't hit yet
You can go ahead and lick that
She cold, ice-pick that
I got a friend, he's a real sad boy
His girlfriend left him for a real bad boy
Told him, "That's a sad story
Pour up this 40
I'ma get a shorty
She gon' be here shortly
So get the fuck off your lil sad horse
I got that gas, we be whippin' that Porsche
Yeah, expel fumes like a fuckin' exhaust
We be screamin' this shit 'til our voices get hoarse"
We don't tiptoe
And we don't tip hoes
If she don't strip clothes
Then like nachos
We gotta dip, bro
Feels like Narcos
Cause she wanna sniff, so
Gotta make a trip, bro
Don't condone that
Put the chrome where her motherfuckin' dome at
Tell her she can get her shit blown back
On to the next bitch
They keep comin' down
Like it's motherfuckin' Tetris
Slay her
Any shape, any flavor
Please don't ever save her
Just savour
Catch my drift like a fuckin' windbreaker
I got a friend, he's a real sad boy
His girlfriend left him for a real bad boy
Told him, "That's a sad story
Pour up this 40
I'ma get a shorty
She gon' be here shortly
So get the fuck off your lil sad horse
I got that gas, we be whippin' that Porsche
Yeah, expel fumes like a fuckin' exhaust
We be screamin' this shit 'til our voices get hoarse"

Written by:
Riaz Carter

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