| Door slowly opens, in walks Mr. Copeland
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| Coughin' and he’s chokin' 'cause he’s smokin' somethin' potent
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| Glidin' and he’s floatin' like he do when he rap
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| Now he’s sittin', sippin' brew, with your boo in his lap
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| Short skirt and no panties, actin'
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| Later on, take her home, naked, slow-dancin'
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| Never romantic, Devin’s so candid
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| Fuck 'em then he duck 'em, cold sandwich, no Grammy, but
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| How can I expect 'em to give me an award
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| When I’ll just jack my dick off and walk on the stage on hard?
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| Like a dirty old mane, I ain’t servin' no 'caine
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| Couple’a D-dubs, so I ain’t swervin' no lanes
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| Just tryna get from A to B; |
| see what I got?
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| This D, now that’s enough, I’m finished, get the F out
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| I just rock to the rhythm that just don’t stop
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| Dick plops in your mouth and
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| cock
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| Just ridin' by, but there’s a party inside
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| So I’m gon' slide in
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| I park my ride, I’m in here lyin' with a gal
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| Poke and stroke it like a violin
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| You know it’s pimpin' in the building when I enter the door
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| Feelin' like it’s déjà vu, like I been here before
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| Money over a hoe, that’s the code that I live by
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| See, mine gon' break bread, knead the dick like a bread
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| Roll me up a paper square and poured up a cup
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| I got a eight, a four on me, another four in the truck
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| She asked me was I cool and was I wantin' to stay
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| She said, «I hope so, because my homegirl on the way»
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| I like it when they nasty and they do what I say
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| It’s like whatever, whenever, she gon' go through with the play
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| Now she walkin' 'round this bitch with no clothes on
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| And her partner at the door, you know what’s goin' on (Real talk)
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| Just ridin' by, but there’s a party inside (It's rizzle)
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| So I’m gon' slide in
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| I park my ride (You know how we do this thing)
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| I’m in here lyin' with a gal
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| Poke and stroke it like a violin
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| Smokin' on somethin' special and nice, fuck the price
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| Yes, it’s manicured, rolled up tight and pullin' right
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| Scoop her and take a flight, I’m on a mission
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| It’s pimpin', never simpin', that’s the reason why she listen
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| Straight up out the kitchen, pussy hotter than a oven
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| Fresh exotic flavors in my paper’s what I’m lovin'
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| The green monster comin', chiefin' with a young’un
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| Get full of that strong, and later on, I do some plumbin'
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| Nice fat ass, I’m talkin' hips without a stomach
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| Oh, by the way? |
| Pass the tre so I can dump it
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| It’s big smoke in the car — papers, no cigar
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| We blow a couple, turn us some corners, and catch a bar
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| This shit come out the jar, I’m all about the bread
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| She lickin' and strippin', I told her, «Baby, go ahead»
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| 'Cause pimpin' never scared; |
| you barkin' up my tree?
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| Smokin' on a forest, goin' hard as Don Quix'
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| Yeah
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| I’m just ridin' by, but there’s a party inside
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| So I’m gon' slide in
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| I park my ride, I’m in here lyin' with a gal
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| Poke and stroke it like a violin
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| Just ridin' by, but there’s a party inside
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| So I’m gon' slide in
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| I park my ride, I’m in here lyin' with a gal
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| Poke and stroke it like a violin |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Just Ridin' By , by - Devin the Dude. Song from the album Soulful Distance, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп