| Hold up mayne
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| I know you ain’t think we wouldn’t fittin to come through with somethin'
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| For the slab
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| You must be crazy nigga
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| You know we come down, this Texas nigga
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| That’s off the top ho
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| Hold up, that some shit that’ll shake the sidewalk right there
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| Dang, you pop this trunk
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| Bang down this block (Play-Play-Play-Play-Play-N-Skillz)
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| Beat 'em down right quick mayne
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| (Bun B) — w/ ad libs
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| I’m ridin slow (I'm in the slab, swangin up the Ave.)
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| I’m ridin vogues (Sittin on leather with my shit together)
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| I’m ridin fo’s (I'm doin thirty while I’m «Ridin' Dirty»)
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| I’m ridin slow
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| (Sittin on buck and I don’t give a fuck, so bitch, what’s up?)
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| Beep, beep, so they can see when I’m rollin through the hood
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| Beep, beep, so they can see how a player grips his wood
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| Beep, beep, I bet they see that now I’m livin good
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| (Grippin the grain, drippin the stain)
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| I’m ridin slow
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| Texas, land of the swang (swang)
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| Where boys pop trunk and bang (bang)
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| Come down in a candy thang
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| Hittin that switch (switch), lettin 'em hang
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| Hit me a stang, maybe a lick (lick)
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| Pound of the brown, maybe a brick (brick)
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| Burn that purp inside of the 'gar
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| With a bad ass bitch inside of the car (car)
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| C to the A, D to the I (I), L to the L to the A to the C © B to the U to the N to the B
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| Reppin that P to the A to the T (to the T)
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| I’m a dirty South representer, summertime
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| Spring to the fall to the winter
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| O.G. |
| in the game, no beginner
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| Don’t take a loss (loss), get with a winner
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| Lobsters on my plate for dinner (dinner)
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| And your bitch is the midnight snack (snack)
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| Break her off when I’m layin up in her (in her)
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| When I’m done I’m a send her right back (back)
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| Iced out chain (chain), frozen wrist (wrist)
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| Grip that grain when I close this fist
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| Diamonds up against the wood
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| In the hood and I can’t be missed
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| (Bun B) — w/ ad libs
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| I’m ridin slow (I'm in the slab, swangin up the Ave.)
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| I’m ridin vogues (Sittin on leather with my shit together)
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| I’m ridin fo’s (I'm doin thirty while I’m «Ridin' Dirty»)
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| I’m ridin slow
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| (Sittin on buck and I don’t give a fuck, so bitch, what’s up?)
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| Beep, beep, so they can see when I’m rollin through the hood
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| Beep, beep, so they can see how a player grips his wood
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| Beep, beep, I bet they see that now I’m livin good
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| (Grippin the grain, drippin the stain)
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| I’m ridin slow
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| Huh, huh, huh
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| I’m ridin slow, eyes slow, from what I smoke and po'
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| If you ain’t smokin 'dro, then what the fuck you smokin fo'?
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| With my deposit Thug about to give the world a show (huh)
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| You know the truck gon' glow (glow)
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| You know them screens gon' show (show)
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| You know the fifth gon' fall (fall)
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| You know them fo’s gon' crawl (cheah)
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| You know that Texas got to show y’all how we like to ball (huh)
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| My trunk knockin, got 'em watchin
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| Like I’m on a stage (I know you see me)
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| Them four fifteens sound like lions bustin out a cage
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| I’m gettin paid, been ridin clean since the 'leventh grade
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| No more braids now, I’m razor on my taper-fade (yeah)
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| I got it made, went to Ike and I got it sprayed
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| Now when I park where it’s dark, you can’t see the shade (huh)
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| (Bun B) — w/ ad libs
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| I’m ridin slow (I'm in the slab, swangin up the Ave.)
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| I’m ridin vogues (Sittin on leather with my shit together)
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| I’m ridin fo’s (I'm doin thirty while I’m «Ridin' Dirty»)
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| I’m ridin slow
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| (Sittin on buck and I don’t give a fuck, so bitch, what’s up?)
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| Beep, beep, so they can see when I’m rollin through the hood
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| Beep, beep, so they can see how a player grips his wood
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| Beep, beep, I bet they see that now I’m livin good
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| (Grippin the grain, drippin the stain)
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| I’m ridin slow
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| Man, there’s a road through the city
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| Leather so soft (soft), paint so pretty
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| Wheels so shiny, rims so new
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| When I hit your hood (hood), what you gon' do? |
| (gon' do)
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| Fall back and break bread with a G though (G though)
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| Might come down, not like me though (me though)
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| Underdog like To' and Beedo (Beedo)
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| Big cheese on me like a Cheeto (Cheeto)
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| Ooh wee though, I’m the throwdest (throwdest)
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| But I guess you already know this
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| J’s the freshest, chain the coldest
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| Hard to miss (miss), easy to notice
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| Watch me to show this, easy as pie
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| Bad ass broad, easy on the eye
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| I’m so clean and she’s so fly
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| Man we so player and that’s no lie
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| When we come through (through), pass on by
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| If you gon' hate, take your ass on by
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| Sittin' on top of the world
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| So really don’t need nobody to crash my high (my high)
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| On buck with the stitch and tuck (tuck)
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| These boys know I’m not givin' a fuck (fuck)
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| Try to step and get stuck
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| So don’t press your luck, what’s up?
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| (Bun B) — w/ ad libs
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| I’m ridin slow (I'm in the slab, swangin up the Ave.)
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| I’m ridin vogues (Sittin on leather with my shit together)
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| I’m ridin fo’s (I'm doin thirty while I’m «Ridin' Dirty»)
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| I’m ridin slow
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| (Sittin on buck and I don’t give a fuck, so bitch, what’s up?)
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| Beep, beep, so they can see when I’m rollin through the hood
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| Beep, beep, so they can see how a player grips his wood
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| Beep, beep, I bet they see that now I’m livin good
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| (Grippin the grain, drippin the stain)
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| I’m ridin slow
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| I’m ridin slow …
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| I’m ridin slow … |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ridin Slow, artist - Sean Kingston. Album song Bullets Aint Got No Name Vol.1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп