| Would I be wrong? |
| I wanna fuck you with one of my niggas
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| If afterwards I promise that I wouldn’t look at you different
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| Broke down some buds of grigy emptied my garden twisted
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| Settle down, it’s 'bout to get explicit
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| Passed you the light, you lit it, inhale, you cough, I get it
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| Love the way you look at me, especially when you’re tipsy
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| This is bound to be a wild ride
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| Wild ride, wild ride
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| Pussy drippin', yeah we callin' off, nigga
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| Hit you from behind, ass up and face down
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| And I live everything I’m sayin', babe this ain’t no make believe
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| Fresh, we started
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| Existence on a higher plane, mentally we orbits
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| Stimulated my prognosis is that we proceed with caution
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| Dick whoa, stroke her slow, feelings caught us, now we’re caught in
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| Bread winner’s my religion, these dealings are detrimental
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| God blessed me with a pivotive intimate, then I’m off it
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| Sippin' coffee, havin' money, ain’t into flossin'
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| 'Telligent conversation, conversin', sorry you lost me
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| I’m awesome, broke down bricks, cocaine powder, sniff
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| Gently placin' kisses against her clit, dick got her whipped
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| She’ll pleasure, yeah we fuck her together, pussy to shit
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| Participate or stallin', won’t even call 'em, I let 'em sit
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| Purchase bae some purses, respect a slut, we takin' trips
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| Sometimes I like to watch my ho fuck, video makin' flicks
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| In the whip jackin' me off, know how to make it spit
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| Hand in my drawers, fondle my balls, she got the softest grip
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| Let’s plan a visit overseas
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| Spontaneous the way I do my shit, you wouldn’t believe
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| Rip out in the kitchen then I fuck her on her knees
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| Make her eat my dick in front of her friend before I leave
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| Bae you got these niggas jealous, steady wishin' they was me
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| I turned up for a check and got some money off the streets
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| Backseat of the Jag cut up for everyone to see
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| Hit the club next to me in my section in VIP
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| Eat the pussy from the back and I don’t give a fuck who lookin'
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| Might not notice but I’m strapped, bitch act a ass I got cook him
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| Under the light she dance for me, body movin' slow
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| Break bread, fingernails pedicured, the polish glow
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| My bitch look like a tiger, I call her type she exotic
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| Swallow from the bottle, point at what I want, she holler
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| Tongue between her ass cheeks, steam all in the shower
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| Down for whatever, whatever, Bonnie and Clyde her |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wild Ride , by - Kevin Gates. Song from the album Luca Brasi 2: Gangsta Grillz, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп