Nightclub Fight Club - Ridin' Remixed | Текст песни

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• Nightclub Fight Club
• Ridin' Remixed

Hook:
They see me rollin', they hatin'
patrollin', they tryna catch me ridin' dirty

(tryna catch me) ridin' dirty
[x4]

My music so loud, I'm swingin'
they hopin' that they gon catch me ridin' dirty

(tryna catch me) ridin' dirty
[x4]

We ridin, ridin', we ridin dirty
[x2]

Mike:
Trunk so loud that the whole block heard me, and it ain't cuz of the bass knocking
It's cuz a nigga steady ridin' dirty, and I got all of the cops watching
Stop me and said they gonna search me, but without warrants they ain't got me
Acting like they about to serve me, but my trunk locks so they can't stop me
I leave 'em stumped, cuz the tree is up in the trunk
these pigs tryna start beef cuz they can't find the skunk
when I'm done with 'em and I roll up, I'ma be blunt:
I ain't never coming back if you asking me for a front
I may not be stunting, but I ain't paying bond
Some niggas at they hearing, they shoulda heard this song
They getting read they rights, because they did it wrong
See, if they did it right, they'd just be left alone
Money get traced so make sure it's switching hands
Leave your prints and DNA on nothing if you can
Kick it where you are, cuz you're fucked if they know you ran
Follow these simple steps, and you'll be a free man

Hook

JP:
All of my block's stacked: been on some Minecraft shit
nigga feel a need to ride that whip, getting skrilla I don't hide that shit
Ain't a dealer, I don't mind that shit, when the pigs'll try to spy that shit
cops pull me over like "open your door", I told em "I got a lawyer, do you really wanna try that shit?"
Tryna get me ridin' dirty, like a bitch that's kinda flirty
God have mercy, shining so bright that the sight is quite unearthly
Better bet my grind is worthy, getting Bens like I'm a Mercy
When I'm in my 'hood, the neighborhood watch out: Treyvon Martin Controversy
Yeah that mean my mind unwell, time will tell, I let fly the shells
And you'll find it's real that homies who know me are mostly prone to calling me Robot cuz I'm wired as hell
And I'm tryna tell you, step back, for real though
wack niggas stacks snatched cuz that's the deal, yo
Matter of fact, I packed blammers, Pollack comma Jackson canvas, draw, splat, for real dough
got stacks of bills yo, hate on haters
the kids still love me cuz I'm cray on paper
Packing fully automatic ratchets in our jackets
Club attacks a situation cuz we spray on fakers
Get it? We ridin' dirtier than dubstep
"Wash me" on the windows and niggas' blood on the hubcaps
We got the block like "Oh shit!"
what you expect? A couple kids with a trunk full of dope shit.

Hook

Ri-i-i-i-i-idin dirty

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