Текст песни NAPPY ROOTS - My Ride
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Текст песни NAPPY ROOTS - My Ride
(SKINNY DEVILLE)feelin easy like its sunday morning steak and eggshey livin off some big rims lookin like some bladesplay her like a pimp type a nigga aint mewith the tint the 35 percent so ya cant seefish scales shotgun pass the ";L"; to big Vflip flop candy lookin so wet it drip drop (shiiiine)from the tip top chrome double duce( )make a bitch stop jaw drop ballin off this hip hopon a budget back and forth from kentuckywe them type of niggas that crack corn in a bucketa hundred and ninety spoke god damnlook but dont touch it we commin down I-65nappy and company (vertical grills) on the cadilac we so realskinny deville return like a bat out of hellhell dont ya think nappy roots comin as wellBig V, B. Stille, Prophet, Clutch, and Fish Scales yeaahhCHORUSMy ride be sittin on dem hundred spokes (hundred spokes)my candy paint straight from the honeycomb (honeycomb)wood grain interior leather and chrome (leather and chrome)everybody ride out its on its on (its on its on)(FISH SCALES)ay yo thats my cab jumped out leavin a tabhold on man we'll discuss that laterB. jumped out like (fuck that hater)fell in the aspen rotten like martintwo white dudes one looked like matt harprinlater on he's eatin and ball in cleavlandand I jumped out like fuck your seasonvan dam woke up in the grand amreal hot no air for the car jamtwenty inches ride both on probeslook nice chevrolet on pipeskeep chevy tint that twinkle so brightB.O.B im'a ball on budgetpumped out two thou on the 89 cutlass (biiitch)nah you cant ride im selfishaint too many ho's wanna touch this velvetCHORUS(B. STILLE.)hop in with me we bout to leaveyou gotta pop it I drope a dollar in ya pocket