Correction Lyrics Ride Around by Noodah05

Featuring(s) : Hunxho

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Lyrics

Yeah, room full of niggas, but I still feel alone (Still feel alone)
Somethin' goin' on (It is), check the numbers on my phone (I got it)
Check my wrist by certain fans, I know my mama need somewhere to go (Alright, phew)
Man, I ain't gon' lie, this shit get cold, facts
The big runs made the best father (Yeah, us), comin' for the top, my title
Duck, I'll show my pain and cry, he took his shot at the bomb and ignite it
I sleep when I f*ck on the pillow, don't fight her
This shit gettin' hot, gotta ride with the rifle
He got shot by that 5, now he close to the Bible
An ambulance come, revivе the rival
[Noodah05]
Y'all tell me that (Phеw)
Demont died and I'm like, "p*ssy nigga, f*ck it, clothes, I want your hat" (Hat)
Gave my everything, on the bigot, I swear to God, I wasn't holdin' him back (I wasn't)
Shh, who told him that? (For real)
Smart enough, don't show my GAT, but you gon' feel it if we brought hacks (Haha)
That's my bitch, she hold me down
Bet will never come and scoot me up in the pile and ride 'round
Hunt for niggas, I turn my sack extremely up, I'ma dive down (No cap)
I can't control these hoes, soon as I get that money all around
Put that money on my brother, but that shit made me proud
Success, brain, bitches, I don't need from ya (I don't need from ya)
Yeah, die by my respect, I'll still bleed for it (I'll still bleed for it)
Beyblades with them things on them glizzys, call us Glee boys (Grrt)
You can keep the negative vibes, tell 'em, "Ain't no need for it"

Yeah, room full of niggas, but I still feel alone (Still feel alone)
Somethin' goin' on (It is), check the numbers on my phone (I got it)
Check my wrist by certain fans, I know my mama need somewhere to go (Alright, phew)
Man, I ain't gon' lie, this shit get cold, facts
The big runs made the best father (Yeah, us), comin' for the top, my title
Duck, I'll show my pain and cry, he took his shot at the bomb and ignite it
I sleep when I f*ck on the pillow, don't fight her
This shit gettin' hot, gotta ride with the rifle
He got shot by that 5, now he close to the Bible
An ambulance come, revive the rival
[Hunxho]
Lord, what I do without you?
I'm still in the hood, this shit feel good, on my mama, I moved up 'bout it (On my mama)
The shit I do in public ain't gotta nothin' on what I do in private (Private)
Buddy told on me, this how my mama finally knew I was rhyming (Yeah, rhyming)
It hurt me when my dog died (Yeah-ha), go spin with us, do a body (Yeah-ha)
I'm scared, but I really move in silence (Ah, yeah)
I'm scared, but I know God got me (Yeah-ha)
I ain't dead, but my heart rock solid (Yee)
Been sitting in jail for too many years, good Jill like Bob Marley (Woah)
I been going through it, but I can't crash it, just like Paul Walker (Paul Walker)
We spin like DVD, bro been robbin'
He don't take cash, don't do EBT (EBT, ha)
I come from stolen car, not fast car like Need For Speed (Speed, ha)
You can't name a time that I weren't there when niggas need me (Yeah)

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