| We gonna ride through the day and ride through the night, oh oh
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| We gonna ride through the day and ride through the night, oh oh
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| We gonna ride.
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| Certified, burner lights pipe down
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| Certified, turn a man’s lights out
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| Burner lights make dickheads lie down
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| Ay, pump pump pump pump
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| Look into my eyes, look I’ve seen it all
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| Look, I’ve seen them niggas rise and I’ve seen 'em fall
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| Shots flew before my very eyes I thought I see the lord
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| All I see was something rise and I see 'em fall (Clap Clap)
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| Nothing nice, 'cause it’s nothing cool
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| But laying hopeless in your bed, hoping you make it through
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| Look I do this for my dawgs who never made it through
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| Got up in scrubs, doing time for tryna make it through
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| Look, I’m back up at the track, I’m tryna weigh this food
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| I’m staring at the door and hoping jakes don’t come and weigh it through
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| Put a case the other day, but wanna make it two
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| Been grinding for like almost half my life I hope I make it soon
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| Dope boy French, look whos rolling with the A
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| Stroll into the rave looking oh-so fresh
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| I miss my road dawg Ems, look its rage
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| So tell him to behave and get his.
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| We gonna ride through the day and ride through the night, oh oh
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| We gonna ride through the day and ride through the night, oh oh
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| We gonna ride.
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| Certified, burner lights pipe down
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| Certified, turn a man’s lights out
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| Burner lights make dickheads lie down
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| Ay, pump pump pump pump
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| Yo, he got caught high rolling with a spliff
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| When he should’ve been rolling with a fifth
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| Then he tried to act like he was really rolling with a stick
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| And put his hands down his balls, all his holding’s his dick
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| I’m a road killer, I don’t go bar for bar
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| Leading on the, make my young buck half the star
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| You try and run to your whip, but you’re looking for your keys
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| Hold fire up in your face tryna start the car
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| It’s all popping off now — the Koke wave
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| I’m tryna grind, run away from them broke days
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| And if this rap ting don’t work
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| Then its back to the block where I blow Tres
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| Cos it’s peak, when I get my kill on
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| I roll on your block, pushing a pram and a wig on
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| Before they clock that it’s me
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| Bang, a boy scout hoping that.
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| We gonna ride through the day and ride through the night, oh oh
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| We gonna ride through the day and ride through the night, oh oh
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| We gonna ride.
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| Certified, burner lights pipe down
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| Certified, turn a man’s lights out
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| Burner lights make dickheads lie down
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| Ay, pump pump pump pump
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| I’m out here, I’m out here — it is what it’s gonna be
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| Grown now, looking at a business and property
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| Now I can tell Mummy, stop wishing on the lottery
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| But I need this gun 'cause these dickheads think they’re stopping me
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| She’ll be like cool, move properly
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| 'Cause Mummy knows how it is for kids when we got in beef
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| It is what it is, it just is what its gotta be
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| Living in the 'Bridge has had me fifteen popping heat
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| I know these dickheads wish they can stop me breathing
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| Fucking with the aim, spray when we fucking see them
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| Fucking with K’s sticky like busting semen
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| Ride through the day, all the fucking evening
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| And if I catch a case ain’t no fucking squealing
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| My dawgies stuck in jail, I hope they fucking free them
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| Feds are on my tail 'cause they heard I’m squeezing
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| Three attempted murder cases, I fucking beat them
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| We gonna ride through the day and ride through the night, oh oh
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| We gonna ride through the day and ride through the night, oh oh
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| We gonna ride.
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| Certified, burner lights pipe down
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| Certified, turn a man’s lights out
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| Burner lights make dickheads lie down
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| Ay, pump pump pump pump |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song We Gonna Ride , by - K Koke. Song from the album Pure Koke, Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп