J. Finesse - Ride

Ugh
Fly high with the bro
Stay sippin on liquor where the hoes
Fat boy big body like a Royce
She saw the game now that bitch pussy moist
Big boys still totting em toys
Still stay about my chips like ahoy
10 toes still down cause I'm loyal
I Ain't got a choice Golden Boy like delahoya
I Ride
Rip through the block
Raised around killas with em glocks in they pocks lil bitch
I Slide
Slid through the block
Raised around dealers with em knots in they pocks
Lil bitch
Ima dog
Girl what it do
If I can't hit yo friends best believe I'm hitting you
lil bitch
Ima dog
Girl what it is
If she ain't getting money I want that lil bitch
That's how it is

I Ride Rip through the block Ugh
I ride rip through the block Yea
I Ride Rip through the block
Stupid ass ho
I ride rip through the block
That's the way it gotta go

I ride
Spin in the whip
Fly in a fit
Presidential limo tints
Get faded I'm
drunk
Spun off the liq
High off the dro
Ain't worry bout shit
Don't like it
Don't trip
Show you where to go
Exit out the door
Ain't pressed about you hoes
Don't like me
Don't trip
Show you where to go
Hop out the whip
Fo I drag you out the door
Lil bitch
I Ride
Rip through the block
If she don't give it up tell that bitch to kick rock
Lil bitch
I ride
Flip off the cops
If them boys hit my door tell them pigs to kick rocks
Lil bitch
Let's go
That's how I roll
Whip moving fast while my eyes riding low
You know
How that shit go
High feel slow
Boys down to slide like a stripper on a pole
Lil bitch

I Ride Rip through the block Ugh
I ride rip through the block Yea
I Ride Rip through the block
I ride rip through the block

Written by:
Johnny Guevara

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