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The Americanos
Hey, do you wanna ride, ride
Ride in my foreign?
Lift the top back all the way
Rolling through the streets of L.A.
Girl, do you wanna ride, ride
Ride in my foreign?
We can turn up the radio
We ain't got no place to go
Girl do you wanna ride?
Fo' sho' she wanna ride
Fo' sho' she wanna slide
Fo' sho' we gettin' sauced
Fo' sho' we gettin' high
Pull up swaggin'
Hop out the wagon
Suckers gonna hate
But the ladies wanna brag
What you say? What you say? What you say?
Whole team faded like Jordan with the Jay
Cradle to the grave
NY to the Bay
Millions in the bank
And the hunnids in the safe
Ain't nothin' to a G baby
Foreign sittin' low
Climb out the V baby
(Ain't nothin' to a G baby)
(Foreign sittin' low)
(Climb out the V baby)
Do you wanna ride, ride
Ride in my foreign?
Lift the top back all the way
Rolling through the streets of L.A.
Girl, do you wanna ride, ride
Ride in my foreign?
We can turn up the radio
We ain't got no place to go
Girl it feels like Saturday
Everyday
I'm smokin' loud and feelin' so high
I'm rollin' good through my hood
Gettin' lit like the 4th of July
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I been missin' you
Tellin' all my friends
'Bout the things that you do
Baby I don't know what you did to me
Every time I pull up it's all in my B
Do you wanna ride?
Tell your girl come slide
And we can get lit tonight
Yeah, yeah
I ain't gotta tell you how it is
Baby I can give you the biz
How you wanna roll?
In the Lambo on the road
'Cause you know that papi got flow
Do you wanna ride, ride
Ride in my foreign?
Lift the top back all the way
Rolling through the streets of L.A.
Girl, do you wanna ride, ride
Ride in my foreign?
We can turn up the radio
We ain't got no place to go
Do you wanna ride
You should bring your homie
I'll bring one too
Know you like the spotlight
So let me introduce you
Just me and you parked up at the top
Looking at the view
So many things that we could do
Just ride with me and never lose
Do you wanna ride in my foreign?
Get you red-bottom heels, no Jordans
I know your ex-boyfriend was hella boring
Now we skirrtin' 130, no snoring
Do you wanna ride, ride
Ride in my foreign?
Lift the top back all the way
Rolling through the streets of L.A.
Girl, do you wanna ride, ride
Ride in my foreign?
We can turn up the radio
We ain't got no place to go
Girl do you wanna ride
Written by: Alexander Shultz, Bonnie McKee, Candace Maria Shields, James Andrew Andrew Corrine, Karim Kharbouch, Luis Manuel Rubio, Miles Parks McCollum, Nick Rivera Caminero, Raja Kumari, Robert Lamm, Tyrone William Griffin, William Joseph Crawford
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