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Kanye West
Kanye West
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Ty Dolla $ign
Ty Dolla $ign
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Caleb Toliver
Caleb Toliver
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Dez Wright
Dez Wright
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Dylan Cleary-Krell
Dylan Cleary-Krell
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Edin Jakupovic
Edin Jakupovic
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Jordan Tarrell Carter
Jordan Tarrell Carter
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Kanye West
Kanye West
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SAMUEL C. LINDLEY
SAMUEL C. LINDLEY
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Tyrone William Griffin Jr.
Tyrone William Griffin Jr.
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Wesley Glass
Wesley Glass
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Lyrics

This ain't cheddar, this quiche Got a bitch to ride or die, ride it just like it's on my bike (whoa, whoa) Do this all to circulate, fuck her, just feels like you're like Do it just to rock her life, take it just to rock her life (whoa, whoa) Call her just to rock her life, ride it just like I ride my bike Take her on a field trip, take her on a ride (schyeah) Take her on a trip (schyeah), take her out her house Uh, I'm spittin' out venom The baby not real, it's not in 'em Send 'em a letter, I kill 'em Close that boy door, we dismissed him I done got too high, just a little And I'm out my mind, just a little Red Lambo', red Skittles Double O-5, we criminal Ain't bought a yacht, bought a missile Tape on the gun, can't miss 'em Tape on it, shake on it, shake on it Uh, shawty keep fuckin' my bones Movin' too fast, 'bout to break somethin' Shawty keep hidin' my phone You keep doin' that, I'ma break somethin' Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na, break somethin' Got a bitch to ride or die, ride it just like it's on my bike (whoa, whoa) Do this all to circulate (hold up), fuck her, just feels like you're like (hold up) Do it just to rock her life (hold up, hold up), take it just to rock her life (hold up, hold up) Call her just to rock her life (hold up), ride it just like I ride my bike (hold up, uh-uh) Take her on a field trip (uh-uh), take her on a ride (uh-uh, schyeah) Take her on a trip (uh-uh), take her out her house (huh) Whippin' that Benz like a rental 200 cash, my bitch say I'm mental Medical plans, I'm all in her dental We like a dog, I'm fresh out the kennel Niggas say, "Gas," they rollin' up fennel Ain't on my level, lil' bitch, don't reach Always hollerin' 'bout you rich, we riche This ain't no regular cheddar, this quiche You ain't outside, I wish it was different (uh-uh, uh-uh) You ain't outside, I wish it was different (uh-uh, uh-uh) I'm draggin' my nuts, got my dick out in the dirt Put it right in her butt, got her twerkin' in Turks That my lil' bitch, she gon' listen to Durk In the trenches with her feelin' uncomfortable I was crushin' on you, now I'm fuckin' on you Steady bussin' on you, now you love me Haters gon' say you can just want my lil' paper But who wouldn't want a nigga with some money? Dick in her stomach, I'm makin' her vomit That foreign imported from Saudi Arabia Like how you riding the dick like a gangster For Yeezy, you can turn my dealer to an angel My name just shoulda been Ty 'Cause dollar signs get my dick wet Got my bitch high as shit, she out of her mind Bae on the trip, I done took her to Six Flags Got a bitch to ride or die, ride it just like it's on my bike (whoa, whoa) Do this all to circulate, fuck her, just feels like you're like (Carti) Do it just to rock her life, take it just to rock her life (whoa, whoa, Carti) Call her just to rock her life, ride it just like I ride my bike Take her on a field trip, take her on a ride (schyeah) Take her on a trip (Carti), take her out her house
Writer(s): Christopher Dotson, Kanye Omari West, Tyrone William Griffin Jr, Don Toliver, Gabe Shaddow, Bill Kapri, Wesley Tyler Glass, Jordan Terrell Carter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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