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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yo Gotti
Vocals
Pleasure P
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bobby Ervin
Songwriter
Dwayne Simon
Songwriter
James Todd Smith
Songwriter
Marcus Cooper
Songwriter
Mario Mims
Songwriter
Seneca Cayson
Songwriter
Steven Ettinger
Songwriter
Lyrics
And this real
It's southern smoke, you bastards
Yo Gotti, Pleasure P, let's do it, yeah
Southern smoke
Shawty ride or die, here from sober or high
She know just what to do to help a gangsta get by
Shawty know I like head, she ain't trippin' at all
She go down on me, homie, she ain't playin' at all
Me and her done it all, catch us both at the mall
She can get what she wanna and that ain't trickin' at all
Shawty showin' me love so I show love back
She put her life on the line 'cause she will ride with this sack
When I went back to the hood, hustlin', movin' them birds
She was takin' up nursing, studyin', gettin' what's hers
I ain't chase her or sweat her, try my best to protect her
When you mess with a gangsta
Baby, you bet I'ma bless ya, and that's real
If you wanna come ride then let's ride
If you wanna come roll then let's roll
If you wanna come drink then let's drink (ooh, yeah)
If you wanna come vibe then let's vibe (come vibe, baby)
I been thinkin' 'bout lovin' you (true)
I been thinkin' 'bout kissin' you (true)
And touchin' you (true) and lovin' you
That's all I wanna do, baby
When I be out on the road, grindin', doin' my shows
She be callin' my phone like, "Don't be doin' none wrong"
She at home with my child, I be flirtin' in the crowd
I need help, I can't control myself, these girls be wild
And as I think to myself somebody else in my bed
So I stop thinkin' at all, that sh- mess up your head
I took federal chances, I worked so hard for the bread
Wonder, will she keep it real if ever go to the Feds?
She gon' write me and visit me like I think that she should
Or she gon' disrespect me with my homeboy out the hood
I ain't chase her or sweat her, try my best to protect her
I don't know about love, I just know what I'ma get ya (yeah, yeah)
If you wanna come ride then let's ride
If you wanna come roll then let's roll
If you wanna come drink then let's drink (drinks on me, shawty)
If you wanna come vibe then let's vibe (come vibe, baby)
I been thinkin' 'bout lovin' you (I'm talkin' everywhere)
I been thinkin' 'bout kissin' you (In the cut)
And touchin' you (outside) and lovin' you
That's all I wanna do, baby
Look here, shawty
Then all don't know how to be number one when it's always real
So all I ask, for the same in return
For better for worse, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
When your mama was trippin' talkin' 'bout kickin' you out
You had nowhere to go, I let you move in my house
You can jump in my Benz, go stunt out on ya friends
I took you all around the world and I'll do it again
You respected my grind 'cause you knew I had that work
And I respected ya mind because you still went to work
See, it wasn't 'bout the money, shawty kept it one hundred
She stayed in' tune with her family because they knew I was hustlin'
If you wanna come ride then let's ride
If you wanna come roll then let's roll
If you wanna come drink then let's drink (ooh, yeah)
If you wanna come vibe then let's vibe (come vibe, baby)
I been thinkin' 'bout lovin' you
I been thinkin' 'bout kissin' you
And touchin' you and lovin' you
That's all I wanna do, baby
I been thinkin' 'bout lovin' you
I been thinkin' 'bout kissin' you
And touchin' you and lovin' you (come vibe, baby)
I'm talkin' D girls, college girls
I ain't trippin', I like 'em all, you know? (Ooh, yeah, yeah)
I'm tryna ride with ya, shawty
I'm tryna vibe with ya (come vibe, baby)
Kick back, get high with ya
Whatever you do, know I'm talkin' 'bout? Yeah
They say they ain't expect me to come like this here
You stand accused of
Possession of six hundred and 60 pounds of marijuana with intent to distribute
How do you plead?
Your honor, I'd like to say a few words to the court if I may
Well, in all honestly, I don't feel that what I've done is a crime
And I think it's illogical and irresponsible for you to sentence me to prison
Because, when you think about it, what did I really do?
I crossed an imaginary line with a bunch of plants
Writer(s): James Todd Smith, Dwayne Emil Simon, Darryl La Mont Pierce, Steven J. Ettinger, Bobby F. Ervin, Marcus Cooper, Mario Sentell Giden
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