| She got a body like a God almighty
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| Hot as a pistol
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| Drinkin' liquor out the bottle
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| Got a friend named Crystal
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| Done away with the past
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| She left it dead in the Chevy
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| My little runaway Whinnie
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| Got my back and she ready
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| Booty shorts in beetle
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| Tramp stamp with Adidas
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| And I think she tryin' to bust my speakers
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| She grew up around the corner, father was a stoner
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| Mother been gone since shorty was around 10
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| Now she’s 'bout 19, cussin' like a sailor
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| Smokin' (a Capri), and sippin' up on her Jager
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| Flippin' off the cops, tell her stop
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| But she don’t care
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| Says she just want to have a little fun, no fair
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| Got her feet up on the dash
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| Laughin', smokin' up my stash
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| Says she don’t care where we goin'
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| Just as long as we’re goin' fast
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| And she knows I love her
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| And I’d do anything for her
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| She’s my little rideout chick, that I hideout with
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| 12-pack right beside her
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| And when it all goes down, she’ll still be around
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| Even if I don’t wife her
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| My little rideout chick, tough little bitch
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| Swear she got it goin' on
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| Says I can take her 'bout anywhere with me
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| Just as long as I don’t take her home
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| And we high, and she bumpin' T. I
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| Ain’t she somethin'
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| She fly, and she loves me
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| She says but she lies
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| And she steals, and she drinks like a man
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| She got moves
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| Watch her work it and drop it
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| Wiggle, jiggle, and pop it
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| And she’s kinda spacey, maybe little crazy
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| Throwin' beer cans at the speed limit signs
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| While we whippin' through the back roads
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| Young, but she acts old
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| Head out the window to let her long hair blow
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| Wants to go out to Vegas to make us some big dough
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| Pedal to the floor baby, careful what you ask for
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| Got her feet up on the dash
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| Laughin', smokin' up my stash
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| Says she don’t care where we goin' just as long as we’re goin' fast
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| And she knows I love her
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| And I’d do anything for her
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| She’s my little rideout chick, that I hideout with
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| 12-pack right beside her
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| And when it all goes down, she’ll still be around
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| Even if I don’t wife her
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| My little rideout chick, tough little bitch
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| Swear she got it goin' on
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| Says I can take her 'bout anywhere with me, just as long as I don’t take her
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| home
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| We’re like Mickey and Mallory
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| Whilin' out on the run
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| Hate it for whoever gotta
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| Clean up the mess when we’re done
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| We’re fuckin' shots at the moon
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| Tearin' up motel rooms
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| We set the night on fire
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| Just for the smell of the fumes
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| She got my back, I got hers
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| Her bond is left, and not words
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| Livin' life on the edge
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| Fast as we can in a blur
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| She’s my rideout chick
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| And the chick don’t snitch
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| We gon' run it til the wheels fall off in this bitch
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| And she knows I love her
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| And I’d do anything for her
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| She’s my little rideout chick, that I hideout with
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| 12-pack right beside her
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| And when it all goes down, she’ll still be around
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| Even if I don’t wife her
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| My little rideout chick, tough little bitch
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| Swear she got it goin' on
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| Says I can take her 'bout anywhere with me, just as long as I don’t take her
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| home
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| She’s my little rideout chick, that I hideout with
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| 12-pack right beside her
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| And when it all goes down, she’ll still be around
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| Even if I don’t wife her
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| My little rideout chick, tough little bitch
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| Swear she got it goin' on
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| Says I can take her 'bout anywhere with me, just as long as I don’t take her
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| home |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rideout Chick , by - Rehab. Song from the album Welcome Home, in the genre Иностранный рок