Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wild Ride, artist - Kevin Gates. Album song Luca Brasi 2: Gangsta Grillz, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.12.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic, Bread Winners' Association
Song language: English
Wild Ride |
Would I be wrong? |
I wanna fuck you with one of my niggas |
If afterwards I promise that I wouldn’t look at you different |
Broke down some buds of grigy emptied my garden twisted |
Settle down, it’s 'bout to get explicit |
Passed you the light, you lit it, inhale, you cough, I get it |
Love the way you look at me, especially when you’re tipsy |
This is bound to be a wild ride |
Wild ride, wild ride |
Pussy drippin', yeah we callin' off, nigga |
Hit you from behind, ass up and face down |
And I live everything I’m sayin', babe this ain’t no make believe |
Fresh, we started |
Existence on a higher plane, mentally we orbits |
Stimulated my prognosis is that we proceed with caution |
Dick whoa, stroke her slow, feelings caught us, now we’re caught in |
Bread winner’s my religion, these dealings are detrimental |
God blessed me with a pivotive intimate, then I’m off it |
Sippin' coffee, havin' money, ain’t into flossin' |
'Telligent conversation, conversin', sorry you lost me |
I’m awesome, broke down bricks, cocaine powder, sniff |
Gently placin' kisses against her clit, dick got her whipped |
She’ll pleasure, yeah we fuck her together, pussy to shit |
Participate or stallin', won’t even call 'em, I let 'em sit |
Purchase bae some purses, respect a slut, we takin' trips |
Sometimes I like to watch my ho fuck, video makin' flicks |
In the whip jackin' me off, know how to make it spit |
Hand in my drawers, fondle my balls, she got the softest grip |
Let’s plan a visit overseas |
Spontaneous the way I do my shit, you wouldn’t believe |
Rip out in the kitchen then I fuck her on her knees |
Make her eat my dick in front of her friend before I leave |
Bae you got these niggas jealous, steady wishin' they was me |
I turned up for a check and got some money off the streets |
Backseat of the Jag cut up for everyone to see |
Hit the club next to me in my section in VIP |
Eat the pussy from the back and I don’t give a fuck who lookin' |
Might not notice but I’m strapped, bitch act a ass I got cook him |
Under the light she dance for me, body movin' slow |
Break bread, fingernails pedicured, the polish glow |
My bitch look like a tiger, I call her type she exotic |
Swallow from the bottle, point at what I want, she holler |
Tongue between her ass cheeks, steam all in the shower |
Down for whatever, whatever, Bonnie and Clyde her |