| Swag, swag, swag, what’s really wavy, man?
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| It’s Josh Peas, ain’t shit funny
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| I’m here with my young boy Casey Veggies
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| Been shittin' on you niggas since '06, they know, they know
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| And I just want y’all to, close your eyes, take a deep breath
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| And appreciate this real nigga shit, Peas and Carrots, Carrots and Veggies
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| Wave, swag, chop!
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| Ridin' roun' town, mo' change, mo' steelo
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| New girl with me, but I keep it on the d’lo
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| All these things goin' down, what you think she with me for?
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| Look like she from Rio, sweeter than Tampico
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| Youngin' on my fly shit, fresher than a peacoat
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| Grew up nice, so when I sit back and write
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| I touch my life and every single thing I think of at night
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| Mind was in the dark, had to reach and switch on the lights
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| Diggin' deeper, tryna figure whats right
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| Shit be cuttin' like knifes, but I just try to numb it with life
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| I’m, ridin' roun town, mo' change, mo' steelo
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| New girl with me, but I keep it on the d’lo
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| It’s a lot of things goin' down, what you think she with me for?
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| Spread out bigger, got my people on the East Coast
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| Cook it up, for the bucks, what you tryna be for?
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| Model for the kids, man, that’s why I keep my sneaks low
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| I’m a cocky young nigga, but I know when to cut it out
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| Your girl amused by me, when she talk, she got stutter-mouth
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| Ridin' roun town, mo' change, mo' steelo
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| Never been to NY, but I’m 'bout to pay the fee though
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| Then hit ATL, rockin' sales far as we know
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| Press play grind, no TiVo, that’s the G code
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| Kickin' with friends will get yo ass no ends
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| And she gone regret I pass, when I pull up in a Benz
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| I’m just wiping off my lens, I don’t see these niggas
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| Made a promise to myself, «I won’t be these niggas.»
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| Girl, you don’t know if I hit it! |
| You ain’t seen me wit her!
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| Young boy, so cold, I’ll let you see me get her
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| These girls see me on MTV, nigga
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| She throw it at me, went ahead and caught the TD with her
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| It’s all about what you earn not what the feebies get ya
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| Don’t say LA, without CV in it, feel it?
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| Ahh man, we ridin' roun' town, top down
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| Dreamin' big, nigga, Peas and Carrots
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| Four doors, girls goin' loco
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| Over Four Loko, we was poppin' that night
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| Shoutout my nigga KY, she was droppin' that right
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| Me and the homies be shaded up, with yo girl out of sight
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| Made a right on Hill St., comin' off La Cieniga
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| My girl ridin' with me, like she my manager
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| Like she got plans for us, but I just got plans to bust
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| Niggas think I’m runnin' out, but I stay gassed up
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| Blew my shit up, from the ground like NASA
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| This for everybody roun' town with they cash up
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| This for all the girls, and bitches, Louis-bagged up
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| Pray it all go down, happily ever after |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ridin' Roun Town , by - Casey Veggies. Song from the album Sleeping in Class, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп