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Dem Franchize Boyz - Ridin' Rims lyrics
Yeah Nigga, (young juve) all yall niggas, (yall know what dis is) we don't ride dees no mo nigga, we in here wit flats nigga, we sittin' on lebron back ova here, all yall fake mounted aa niggas ridin' dees, we stop ridin' dees in '99 (checke checke) put dat lil' boy shit up (so so def) [chorus X2] if ya ridin' rimz, ya gotta ride flats (uh,ha) Im sittin' high ridin' on lebron back (uh,ha) des 23's (uh,ha) if ye ain't know (uh,ha) I gotta tahoe truck sittin' on fo 24's [verse 1] I got mo grams dan teddy, got a cam in my chevey, my car go (eeerrrrr) and when I ride I'm ready look like I'm glidin' on nothin', when I ride I be skatin', I Pull up swervi' on Niggas they don't be tryin' they be hatin' they only ridin' on 20's, they might as well rid on hubs, if it ain't deuces or better, ya might as well put em' up, cuz where I'm from (from) we mount up and ride on dem big rims,a whole supply of deuces that spin harder than windmills, i been real,(yeah) always too clean cuz I Pack heat, or white leather guts plush,bitch scream in da back seat 23's on my fuckin' feet when i ridin' i swerve my wheels too clean fo da fuckin' street so I park on the curb [chorus x2] [verse 2] I got da chevey sittin' high ,by matchin'corna' ties, michael jordans mounted up dats 23's on da ride(jizzal man)I got man in da trunk, I'm workin' da alpine, paint fippin',candy drippin',plus da wood inside,drivi' a big boy drop,the t.v. in da rear,da european clip on da rotatin' rim just a flam of m.l.g. (and dat mothafuckin' smokin') buss a couple u turns (wit da dos wide open) punchin' on da gas pedal, make pipe start chokin',comin' down real clean, wit my 6-screen showin' lebron back home,look I'm sittin' right on it, drivin' up thru da lane, on da corna' straight gunnin' [chorus x2] verse 3] loud pipes, satin music, wit da judo eyes, 2nd tone wit 2inch ties cut curb on da block, its a custom line (dfb and me bitch) swervin' side to side. yup da cutlits mounted up like a H3 humma, buddie stuntin 101 cuz I'm da #1 stunna, flushin' down 20 (yu) doin' mo than a honda, since my paint wet,day say my trunk sound like thunda, break da law, (run da red light) drivin' illeagal, in a nice ol' school, flow like dat people, I park where I can't, hit button make my do's pop, rimz go round and round, custom seats lean 'n rock [chorus x2] [verse 4] now my rimz spin nigga, every time I make a stop, and I keep dat chevey clean, like a flow ondisk it mop, when I'm posted at da light got a button dat make da top drop now hoes hoppin' on my dick like they playin' hopscotch hhhoes hoppin on my dick like they playin' hopscotch, when I'm on da e-way ya see me hit it den I'm gone, shinin' red paint and It touch dat wit some siliconen I stay deep (stay deep) it's pimpin nigga so i'ma aways stunt nigga fuck round and get burnt like my blunts, I keep good product so da hood it get delivered (delivered) sittin back watchin' movies in da rearview mirror [chorus x4] |
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