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Ridin' in a Hurricane | I'm just sippin' on McQueen | My crib, she ain't gon' never leave
Ridin' in a Hurricane I'm just sippin' on McQueen My crib, she ain't gon' never leave The Taylors, that's the winning team (Dreamer, wake up) (Sledgren) Fresh dressed, I'm high but intellectual Shorty textin' me sexual shit I'm wondering how I make my next move My best move, so I apply pressure Residue from a pound on my dresser Receipts from her heels 'cause I dress her Don't ask me if I keep it real, ask mе if I keep the shit after the tag peel Wi-Fi codе phone, baggin' still You don't even need that 'cause after I break ya back Only thing you worried 'bout's what I'm playing next You impressed by my movie selection Hit the gym in the morning, I want hella breakfast Say you got a real nigga on your checklist Rep' the Gang, you could see it on my necklace Know I got a pound of a weed if I'm on the plane Wizzle got wings, Wizzle got everything And when I call, you come through And when I roll one up, take a hit and get stoned too And when I call, you come through And when I roll one up, take a hit and get stoned too Keep the E in it, Chevys on switches Smoke weed in it (da-da-da, da-da-da) Uh, I just bought this car to pull up on y'all Smokin' under the stars in midday, all log Came up with another way to plug my double R High fly boys, niggas never fallin' off I pulled up, I parked I hop out and walk to the crib, spark me, I laugh a little bit Then the riddles got solved, oh yeah, I'm him Just like you heard, you tryna come and get done like I done yo' girl Keep you 'mersed in this player ass world I built Smoked some of the best strains known to exist Yeah bitch, this it Really in the mix, don't slip, don't fuck up And we might all get rich Put your friends on the lick if you trust them hoes Bring 'em wit' you on a mission, give 'em some of your dough But not mines though And when I call, you come through (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, da-da-da, da-da-da) And when I roll one up, take a hit and get stoned too (Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da) And when I call, you come through (La-da-da, la-da-da, la-da-da) And when I roll one up, take a hit and get stoned too (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (And when ya bitch gettin' home, I'll be just gettin' home too) Gang life, Gang life (And if she wanna act grown, then I wanna act grown too) Gang life, Gang life (I'm down to see like anything) Gang life, Gang life (Got a couple bitches sippin' on McQueen) Gang life (Come back to my crib, she ain't gon' never leave) Gang life (Wizzle got wings, Wizzle got everything) (Everything, everything, everything, everything)
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