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My Ride lyrics [SKINNY DEVILLE] feelin easy like its sunday morning steak and eggs hey livin off some big rims lookin like some blades play her like a pimp type a nigga aint me with the tint the 35 percent so ya cant see fish scales shotgun pass the "L" to big V flip flop candy lookin so wet it drip drop (shiiiine) from the tip top chrome double duce make a bitch stop jaw drop ballin off this hip hop on a budget back and forth from kentucky we them type of niggas that crack corn in a bucket a hundred and ninety spoke god damn look but dont touch it we commin down I-65 nappy and company (vertical grills) on the cadilac we so real skinny deville return like a bat out of hell hell dont ya think nappy roots comin as well Big V, B. Stille, Prophet, Clutch, and Fish Scales yeaahh
[CHORUS] My ride be sittin on dem hundred spokes (hundred spokes) my candy paint straight from the honeycomb (honeycomb) wood grain interior leather and chrome (leather and chrome) everybody ride out its on its on (its on its on)
[FISH SCALES] ay yo thats my cab jumped out leavin a tab hold on man we'll discuss that later B. jumped out like (fuck that hater) fell in the aspen rotten like martin two white dudes one looked like matt harprin later on he's eatin and ball in cleavland and I jumped out like fuck your season van dam woke up in the grand am real hot no air for the car jam twenty inches ride both on probes look nice chevrolet on pipes keep chevy tint that twinkle so bright B.O.B im'a ball on budget pumped out two thou on the 89 cutlass (biiitch) nah you cant ride im selfish aint too many ho's wanna touch this velvet
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[B. STILLE.] hop in with me we bout to leave you gotta pop it I drope a dollar in ya pocket gas up the crotch rocket pass up the cops blocked it (hey B. Stille can I role with you and Prophet) extra clean you cant tell me nean drop the top showin off for the summa the cadilac stretch on dem bow legged stillets where the candy paint sets like a wet cigarette bubble coat primers chrome spiders inside us big enough for my team and a couple of trainers but it hold no minors thats major wood grain and ya get deep beaters big features feel boom from the beats in my big speakers its on in my seats and my signature dont throw dirt on my name no shirt as I lean out the window pane you hear the country boy sang
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