Aye Aye Aye
I got this .22 like I'm Emmitt Smith
Better go and write yo Will
When I got the Smith &
No designer
But my bro put opps on t shirts
Ain't no bandaids on the block when the streets hurt
Shoot a nigga off a CLIFF
With a SCAR just for LYING(LION)
I don't wanna see them tears
I can't stand to see you crying
Better have yo chest In vest
In a shark tank
Gave bro 5
Should of gave the judge a back hand
We keep them birds on a hot plate
With a desert eagle
Spin his block like a movie
Better not be a sequel
Getting Head on a plane
But her throat ain't sore (Soar)
She say she wanna rap I made her use her vocal cords
I wake in the morning
And remix the zips
Fiends get annoying
I need a new crib
Been leaning n rolling what season it is
He owe me money I'm f*ckin his bitch
I Keep that bitch on me he play n get hit
Need some new money
Pop out of the crib
Don't need no new money I'm fine as it is
I reek marijuana
I'm high as your debt
Trapping jumanji in jungle with sticks
30 clip long as a slide bet not slip
This nigga still talk on the slide think he slick
Bullets
No talk
Put that fire to yo neck
Bust in my home
We gone ride slow
You gone die slow...bitch
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SighRocSpliff - Ride Slow Lyrics
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Aye Aye Aye
I got this .22 like I'm Emmitt Smith
Better go and write yo Will
When I got the Smith &
No designer
But my bro put opps on t shirts
Ain't no bandaids on the block when the streets hurt
Shoot a nigga off a CLIFF
With a SCAR just for LYING(LION)
I don't wanna see them tears
I can't stand to see you crying
Better have yo chest In vest
In a shark tank
Gave bro 5
Should of gave the judge a back hand
We keep them birds on a hot plate
With a desert eagle
Spin his block like a movie
Better not be a sequel
Getting Head on a plane
But her throat ain't sore (Soar)
She say she wanna rap I made her use her vocal cords
I wake in the morning
And remix the zips
Fiends get annoying
I need a new crib
Been leaning n rolling what season it is
He owe me money I'm f*ckin his bitch
I Keep that bitch on me he play n get hit
Need some new money
Pop out of the crib
Don't need no new money I'm fine as it is
I reek marijuana
I'm high as your debt
Trapping jumanji in jungle with sticks
30 clip long as a slide bet not slip
This nigga still talk on the slide think he slick
Bullets
No talk
Put that fire to yo neck
Bust in my home
We gone ride slow
You gone die slow...bitch
I got this .22 like I'm Emmitt Smith
Better go and write yo Will
When I got the Smith &
No designer
But my bro put opps on t shirts
Ain't no bandaids on the block when the streets hurt
Shoot a nigga off a CLIFF
With a SCAR just for LYING(LION)
I don't wanna see them tears
I can't stand to see you crying
Better have yo chest In vest
In a shark tank
Gave bro 5
Should of gave the judge a back hand
We keep them birds on a hot plate
With a desert eagle
Spin his block like a movie
Better not be a sequel
Getting Head on a plane
But her throat ain't sore (Soar)
She say she wanna rap I made her use her vocal cords
I wake in the morning
And remix the zips
Fiends get annoying
I need a new crib
Been leaning n rolling what season it is
He owe me money I'm f*ckin his bitch
I Keep that bitch on me he play n get hit
Need some new money
Pop out of the crib
Don't need no new money I'm fine as it is
I reek marijuana
I'm high as your debt
Trapping jumanji in jungle with sticks
30 clip long as a slide bet not slip
This nigga still talk on the slide think he slick
Bullets
No talk
Put that fire to yo neck
Bust in my home
We gone ride slow
You gone die slow...bitch
Writer: Simon Eyabi Jr
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid