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Ride Video (MV)




Performed By: NYCDom
Length: 2:48
Written by: Dominick Martinez




NYCDom - Ride Lyrics




I ain't been home late nights out in the streets
Arguments led to silence for a week
I just wanna feed the guys that's with me
But they hating, they faking they think I don't see
Know so much people but still feel alone
I feel bad every time momma hit my phone
Can't trust nobody fake love starts to show
They take off my plate then they call me bro

Yeah
Back then you ain't believe in me yeah
Now you wanna be with me
Yeah
Tryna make it out the hood but rats keep tryna steal my cheese yeah
There was times i tried to love but all it did was suck out all my energy yeah
I just want the money and them to remember me yeah
Yeah yeah

I just wanna stack up Bring all the racks up yuh yuh
Tell shawty back up
Throw that ass back huh yuh yuh

Look how much I improved without you
Without you

Can't believe I put my trust in you
Skipped the grind just to chill with you
You was cutting it up with other niggas
Forget all the things I did for you

Now it's money f*ck the other shit
All I'm worried is stacking up my chips
Put my momma in a better crib
Give my niggas bubbly to sip
Went from Nike to expensive fashion
Do you love me is the real question
Is you gon ride even when I ain't shit
A lot of bitches ain't keep the promise

Is you gon ride f*ck the other shit
Is you gon ride f*ck the other shit
Let us stack up you can be my queen
Who's gon be there when I'm counting my green
Who's gon be there when I'm stuck in the streets
Who's gon be there when I'm feeling lonely

Is you gon ride f*ck the other shit
Is you gon ride f*ck the other shit
Is you gon, ride
F*ck the other shit
Is you gon ride f*ck the other shit yuh yuh

I ain't been home late nights out in the streets
Arguments led to silence for a week
I just wanna feed the guys that's with me
But they hating, they faking they think I don't see
Know so much people but still feel alone
I feel bad every time momma hit my phone
Can't trust nobody fake love starts to show
They take off my plate then they call me bro
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I ain't been home late nights out in the streets
Arguments led to silence for a week
I just wanna feed the guys that's with me
But they hating, they faking they think I don't see
Know so much people but still feel alone
I feel bad every time momma hit my phone
Can't trust nobody fake love starts to show
They take off my plate then they call me bro

Yeah
Back then you ain't believe in me yeah
Now you wanna be with me
Yeah
Tryna make it out the hood but rats keep tryna steal my cheese yeah
There was times i tried to love but all it did was suck out all my energy yeah
I just want the money and them to remember me yeah
Yeah yeah

I just wanna stack up Bring all the racks up yuh yuh
Tell shawty back up
Throw that ass back huh yuh yuh

Look how much I improved without you
Without you

Can't believe I put my trust in you
Skipped the grind just to chill with you
You was cutting it up with other niggas
Forget all the things I did for you

Now it's money f*ck the other shit
All I'm worried is stacking up my chips
Put my momma in a better crib
Give my niggas bubbly to sip
Went from Nike to expensive fashion
Do you love me is the real question
Is you gon ride even when I ain't shit
A lot of bitches ain't keep the promise

Is you gon ride f*ck the other shit
Is you gon ride f*ck the other shit
Let us stack up you can be my queen
Who's gon be there when I'm counting my green
Who's gon be there when I'm stuck in the streets
Who's gon be there when I'm feeling lonely

Is you gon ride f*ck the other shit
Is you gon ride f*ck the other shit
Is you gon, ride
F*ck the other shit
Is you gon ride f*ck the other shit yuh yuh

I ain't been home late nights out in the streets
Arguments led to silence for a week
I just wanna feed the guys that's with me
But they hating, they faking they think I don't see
Know so much people but still feel alone
I feel bad every time momma hit my phone
Can't trust nobody fake love starts to show
They take off my plate then they call me bro
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Writer: Dominick Martinez
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