| Uh, blunt smoke and bad table manners
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| Ina room with gun toaters with some flagent grammar
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| Speedy cars dark tents with a razor scanner
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| The inside is red swaid like the slay from santa
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| Uh, got killers feel with anticipation
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| Say your mind, body and soul on a trip to Satan
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| To conspire, get your time for affiliation
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| You ain’t getting money, time is what you’re really wasting.
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| And they say a great mind is what can heal a nation
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| Do the mathematics, my lifetime’s a real equation
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| Three bitches, one trap, with the roof detached
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| And you niggas so smart now do the route to that
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| And we’re super strapped and we shooting back
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| I got troopers that pack medal like rick rooven black.
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| Say if you can count your money, you ain’t got enough!
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| Seats recliners, pussy minds what 'em bottoms up
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| 'Till the death of us it’s money over bitches
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| Leave the tags on the glass, we styling on these niggas
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| Riding on empty, you niggas riding on empty
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| Riding on empty, you niggers riding on empty
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| When it comes to me!
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| Niggers riding on empty, riding on empty
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| You niggers riding on empty when it comes to me!
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| Die to the R you don’t pose a threat, naw
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| We all hot headed push that braze shit, nine three
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| Stunting on these niggers 'till they sick of me, what
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| And all my waist line is where the blicker be, strapped
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| In the aston four door so we marvin on you niggas like resawar dogs, birdgang
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| Sliding out the club about three or four whores
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| There all getting pretty, all three or four stales, eat me up
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| You know my habits, money, guns and skeezers
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| My lil homie trigger happy nicknamed him squeezer
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| we’re screaming Bs up
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| And with the of a lifer
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| Situation real, knock the baby, out the dipper
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| Say if you can count your money, you ain’t got enough!
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| See what 'em bottoms up
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| 'Till the devils has hi money over bitches
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| Read the tags on the glass, we’re on these niggers
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| Riding on empty, you niggers riding on empty
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| Riding on empty, you niggers riding on empty
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| When it comes to me!
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| Niggers riding on empty, riding on empty
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| You niggers riding on empty when it comes to me!
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Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Riding on Empty , by - Mel MatrixSong from the album Nocturnal, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп