Husslin from 9-5 that's all i do
After that Im dunkin on my mini hoop inside my livingroom
They said give me a beat to make the people jump
To give good energy that's all i want
We out here makin tracks
Cook them up like a chef
Bitch you not that stable i can see inside you see you cracks
When You get in my way
I Dont want you to stay
But if you dare to stop i will make you play the game
Our seats are way laid back
Drive off in our pontiac
Might feed you to the Maniac
I aint runnin defence just attack
This is what i do
I am on a lose
Come with me i got the juice
F*ck two bitches pop a snus
Dont wake me up while papa snooze
Bitch dont talk to me you got fake shoes
You beatin me thats fake news
Challenge me got a lot to lose
What are the chances to bone her
100 % with my cobra
When i f*ck her she screamin slower
She misbehavin imma choke her
She askin whats the problem
Bitch i be mentaly ill like the joker
When i walk in the streets it gets colder
There is so much weight on my shoulders
But still standin straight like a soldier
Ain't got no lams what I told her
But if you care about me take my hand
We be free and they gon
See us riding like two psychos
Me and my brother so good you don't even come close
You just Can't keep up with our tempo
Lives a highway and we drivin it like a lambo
Like a prisoner fleeing im on the run
I've always been the Favourite son
I spread my wings like a dragon
Got work todo I'm never done
Cause brace youself we've just begun
Better run from me come at you with my gun
In 20 years I'll tell my kids I've won
You are the two I am the one
I ain't getting neglected no more
I got the vision since I was four
That's why I only wear Christian Dior
Don't pay attention instead I ignore
You see My show im doin business
Can't handle my flair The Truth is vicious
F*cking girls look who like princesses
Stroking her down using zfinesse
Can't stop staring at me cause I Impress
You think I'm fine but I'm a mess
You're just average turn on the jets
It's war outside may god bless
When I throw A dart hit the Bulls eye
Ain't writing shit down I just freestyle
Was the only white guy the from movie from 8 mile
Cant lie about it these were Great times
Yo Karin
If you could tell the world one f*cking thing
What would you tell em all?
I would tell em
To turn this shit up
Turn this shit up aye
This ain't enough aye
Turn this shit up aye
Turn this shit up cus cus cus cus we
Riding like two psychos
Me and my brother so good you don't even come close
You just Can't keep up with our tempo
Lives a highway and we drivin it like a lambo
Lil' Rubio - Ridin' (feat. Ben Duty) Lyrics
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Husslin from 9-5 that's all i do
After that Im dunkin on my mini hoop inside my livingroom
They said give me a beat to make the people jump
To give good energy that's all i want
We out here makin tracks
Cook them up like a chef
Bitch you not that stable i can see inside you see you cracks
When You get in my way
I Dont want you to stay
But if you dare to stop i will make you play the game
Our seats are way laid back
Drive off in our pontiac
Might feed you to the Maniac
I aint runnin defence just attack
This is what i do
I am on a lose
Come with me i got the juice
F*ck two bitches pop a snus
Dont wake me up while papa snooze
Bitch dont talk to me you got fake shoes
You beatin me thats fake news
Challenge me got a lot to lose
What are the chances to bone her
100 % with my cobra
When i f*ck her she screamin slower
She misbehavin imma choke her
She askin whats the problem
Bitch i be mentaly ill like the joker
When i walk in the streets it gets colder
There is so much weight on my shoulders
But still standin straight like a soldier
Ain't got no lams what I told her
But if you care about me take my hand
We be free and they gon
See us riding like two psychos
Me and my brother so good you don't even come close
You just Can't keep up with our tempo
Lives a highway and we drivin it like a lambo
Like a prisoner fleeing im on the run
I've always been the Favourite son
I spread my wings like a dragon
Got work todo I'm never done
Cause brace youself we've just begun
Better run from me come at you with my gun
In 20 years I'll tell my kids I've won
You are the two I am the one
I ain't getting neglected no more
I got the vision since I was four
That's why I only wear Christian Dior
Don't pay attention instead I ignore
You see My show im doin business
Can't handle my flair The Truth is vicious
F*cking girls look who like princesses
Stroking her down using zfinesse
Can't stop staring at me cause I Impress
You think I'm fine but I'm a mess
You're just average turn on the jets
It's war outside may god bless
When I throw A dart hit the Bulls eye
Ain't writing shit down I just freestyle
Was the only white guy the from movie from 8 mile
Cant lie about it these were Great times
Yo Karin
If you could tell the world one f*cking thing
What would you tell em all?
I would tell em
To turn this shit up
Turn this shit up aye
This ain't enough aye
Turn this shit up aye
Turn this shit up cus cus cus cus we
Riding like two psychos
Me and my brother so good you don't even come close
You just Can't keep up with our tempo
Lives a highway and we drivin it like a lambo
After that Im dunkin on my mini hoop inside my livingroom
They said give me a beat to make the people jump
To give good energy that's all i want
We out here makin tracks
Cook them up like a chef
Bitch you not that stable i can see inside you see you cracks
When You get in my way
I Dont want you to stay
But if you dare to stop i will make you play the game
Our seats are way laid back
Drive off in our pontiac
Might feed you to the Maniac
I aint runnin defence just attack
This is what i do
I am on a lose
Come with me i got the juice
F*ck two bitches pop a snus
Dont wake me up while papa snooze
Bitch dont talk to me you got fake shoes
You beatin me thats fake news
Challenge me got a lot to lose
What are the chances to bone her
100 % with my cobra
When i f*ck her she screamin slower
She misbehavin imma choke her
She askin whats the problem
Bitch i be mentaly ill like the joker
When i walk in the streets it gets colder
There is so much weight on my shoulders
But still standin straight like a soldier
Ain't got no lams what I told her
But if you care about me take my hand
We be free and they gon
See us riding like two psychos
Me and my brother so good you don't even come close
You just Can't keep up with our tempo
Lives a highway and we drivin it like a lambo
Like a prisoner fleeing im on the run
I've always been the Favourite son
I spread my wings like a dragon
Got work todo I'm never done
Cause brace youself we've just begun
Better run from me come at you with my gun
In 20 years I'll tell my kids I've won
You are the two I am the one
I ain't getting neglected no more
I got the vision since I was four
That's why I only wear Christian Dior
Don't pay attention instead I ignore
You see My show im doin business
Can't handle my flair The Truth is vicious
F*cking girls look who like princesses
Stroking her down using zfinesse
Can't stop staring at me cause I Impress
You think I'm fine but I'm a mess
You're just average turn on the jets
It's war outside may god bless
When I throw A dart hit the Bulls eye
Ain't writing shit down I just freestyle
Was the only white guy the from movie from 8 mile
Cant lie about it these were Great times
Yo Karin
If you could tell the world one f*cking thing
What would you tell em all?
I would tell em
To turn this shit up
Turn this shit up aye
This ain't enough aye
Turn this shit up aye
Turn this shit up cus cus cus cus we
Riding like two psychos
Me and my brother so good you don't even come close
You just Can't keep up with our tempo
Lives a highway and we drivin it like a lambo
Writer: Flo Slama
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