Will-Lean let's roll man, let's ride We gotta go homey, let's ride You know how we do it though, let's ride Let's ride, let's ride Uh I'm too street
miss you homey [Chorus] (talking) Yo Will-Lean let's roll man (Let's ride) we gotta go homey (Let's ride) you know how we do it though (Let's ride) (
Tradução: Lil 'Flip. Compruebe (Ride Vamos).
m quick to break you hos and take ya bitches If ya, owe me some money I'm a take ya riches It's Lil Flip (Lil Flip), I gotta kick in the do' Cause niggas
selling llelli , he pulled lil Bizzy to the side He insists lil Bizzy you know my lil sister she does braids My hair must be fucked up, but it's cool
Check it out [Nelly] I - opened up shop at 13 Dimes, dubs, quarter sacks and O-Z's From hand-held, digital to triple-beam Now my pa-ger's an e-mail flip
spilled oh it's a game but it's a game of life or death you lose and can't continue if you get dome checked you get blues it's all what duck gonna be
chip Chips Ahoy! Niggaz ran in with toys If you didn't see 'em it's the Eastside boys We be mobbin, like a motherfuckin cut Dirty dealt, lil' sag, lil' jay, lil
: VERSE I (MELQUAN) Spinach flips my lips Sit on top of crystal bottle tips Sippin ready to flip do a hit On a rapper that a serpent Counterfeit
of seven MC's It's all that We gon' show you how we grip the mic We gon' do our little thing Now let the beats flow on and let the rhymes flow on Will
put up a fight? was he stressin' you, wasn't fucking you right well one man's trash is another man's treasure one man's pain is another man's pleasure
selling llelli , he pulled lil Bizzy to the side He insists lil Bizzy you know my lil sister she does braids My hair must be f**ked up, but it's cool
ride on 'em, ride on 'em Here come grandaddy always classin', ain't no *** badda than that They know I'm gangsta, 20k 4's on my black Cadillac And as
man us let us bill collect, It?s a promise lil homie, no need for threats, We the best in the bidniss, and we breed da nex?, Nigga ride with a thug on
't let the game fuck you Check it out I opened up shop at 13 Dimes, dubs, quarter sacks and O-Z's From hand-held, digital to triple-beam Now my pager's
tint windows tinted, Ima slow up the speed limit let them boys know, flip phone I be foldin em fillin up my foreign ride with petroleum I gotta ride on
