| Ridin 'round, out of bounds
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| 40 cal, 30 rounds
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| You make it from nothing, such a wonderful feeling
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| My clothes expensive, my hoes appealing
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| Started to lose friends when they notice you winning
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| They see that we winning
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| Started to lose friends when they notice you winning
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| They see that we winning
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| Look, came to get money, pat on my back cause I did it
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| I pull up in foreign blowing smoke through the ceiling
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| You make it from nothing, such a wonderful feeling
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| My clothes expensive, my hoes appealing
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| My cars go fast, my pockets is fat
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| I take your bitch and we go shopping at Sachs
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| I’m a popular mack, never stop for them rats
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| Flipped a lot of them racks while I fuck with this rap
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| Nigga hustling back so they stuck in the set
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| Playing Russian Roulette, me I’m puffing the best
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| I’m a fucking exec, money, power, respect
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| All my weapons is fresh, on the West I’m a rep
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| I’m the fucking connect, I could cut you a check
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| I could put you in the game and let you hustle the rest
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| I got a lust for success, you know it come with the stress
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| So we party every night, what the fuck you expect?
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| Ridin 'round, out of bounds
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| 40 cal, 30 rounds
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| You make it from nothing, such a wonderful feeling
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| My clothes expensive, my hoes appealing
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| Started to lose friends when they notice you winning
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| They see that we winning
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| Started to lose friends when they notice you winning
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| They see that we winning
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| Never gon' love no broke ass bitch
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| Never one broke bitch gon change me
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| Mr. Right Back, back and she pays me
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| Whip the ghost like I’m bringing back slavery
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| Mr. L.A. I just caught a lick
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| Dug it out the mud like a forklift
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| I’m with some balling ass Bloods, some cold Crips
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| Don’t get dragged out the club like a coat, bitch
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| I turn L.A. into Antarctica
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| The nigga switched on me it’s like an audible
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| Dodging a fiend it ain’t affordable
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| My pull up game came with a urinal
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| Extendo for certain
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| Forties with the thirties like it’s Harlems on Vernon
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| Man 'cause niggas up in L.A. barbies
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| Rappers want me get some help and sell their merch
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| Ridin 'round, out of bounds
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| 40 cal, 30 rounds
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| You make it from nothing, such a wonderful feeling
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| My clothes expensive, my hoes appealing
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| Started to lose friends when they notice you winning
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| They see that we winning
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| Started to lose friends when they notice you winning
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| They see that we winning
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| So I give this girl a compliment the other day, you know, one of the those «you're beautiful». |
| And she gon say «Thank you» and walk away. |
| I say, «Bitch,
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| hold on a second, lemme talk to you. |
| I don’t know who be complimenting you,
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| but a thank you ain’t enough for me? |
| Cause I don’t be just giving out
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| compliments on the street to strangers like that. |
| So I’ma need you, err-re-err,
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| rewind that and add, uh, «I appreciate that» proceeding by a compliment
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| directed towards me. |
| Bitch, cause I look good too, motherfucker I deserve a
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| compliment all too. |
| Fuck you talking 'bout with a just «Thank you»?
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| How you just gonna give me a thank you? |
| Like, uh, like, like, like, like, like,
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| like, this is just like, like, like, like, like a, like a, like a, like,
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| like a, like a, like, like, what the, what? |
| A thank you and that’s it?
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| C’mon girl, you got me fucked up. |
| You got me all the way fucked up |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ridin' Around , by - Mustard. Song from the album Cold Summer, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп