CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Ride & Clutch (Part 2)
Lemme see the way that you whine and kotch
Body had a bruk back, firing shots (Woi oi)
Gyal wanna reverse it, twerk it
Three point turn it and rev that mileage up
I won't link gyal in a Benz, link gyal in a Corsa
I had red riding hood
Vroom, vroom, that's the sound of my engine when you see me riding clutch
Let me see you bruk off your back
This me, order dat
This body give gyal heart attack
Give her back shot, ben' over, come arch your back
Drill out the pum pum 'til it's heart attack (Woi oi)
Mek sure that feel it in belly, even Popcaan would say bloodclart to that
I wouldn't do Young Adz on a gyal but I still get brain, there's no harm in that
Five star, I'm the in ting my darg (Woi oi)
I'll bring it to your yard like Chinese, who's that at your door? Ching Chi Wa
Man came with a dozen, three times four (That's twelve man)
Man get so much brain off your girl that lately, manaman think I'm smart
Gyal wanna whine and kotch every time I pot a noodle all in my car
Free off the corn when we ride and clutch
Bust, there's bare residue on my gloves
Gyal wanna reverse then give man uck
No fuss, let me rev in a crutch
Three point turn, now the mileage up
AM P'er, I'ma rise and dust
My YT still baggin' the B in the ends, don't rush (I'ma need that grub)
In jail I was swinging my arms on free flow
Now I fly shows when we go down Heathrow
Look in my eyes, babe, hold this deepthroat
Same way gyal on my reload, D low
Don't fold bro, stick to the G code
Bang on our opps and munch on a reload
Findin' my opps like Finding Nemo
I tell the rap boys, "Make way like Kilo"
Body had a bruk back, firing shots (Woi oi)
Gyal wanna reverse it, twerk it
Three point turn it and rev that mileage up
I won't link gyal in a Benz, link gyal in a Corsa
I had red riding hood
Vroom, vroom, that's the sound of my engine when you see me riding clutch
Let me see you bruk off your back
This me, order dat
This body give gyal heart attack
Give her back shot, ben' over, come arch your back
Drill out the pum pum 'til it's heart attack (Woi oi)
Mek sure that feel it in belly, even Popcaan would say bloodclart to that
I wouldn't do Young Adz on a gyal but I still get brain, there's no harm in that
Five star, I'm the in ting my darg (Woi oi)
I'll bring it to your yard like Chinese, who's that at your door? Ching Chi Wa
Man came with a dozen, three times four (That's twelve man)
Man get so much brain off your girl that lately, manaman think I'm smart
Gyal wanna whine and kotch every time I pot a noodle all in my car
Free off the corn when we ride and clutch
Bust, there's bare residue on my gloves
Gyal wanna reverse then give man uck
No fuss, let me rev in a crutch
Three point turn, now the mileage up
AM P'er, I'ma rise and dust
My YT still baggin' the B in the ends, don't rush (I'ma need that grub)
In jail I was swinging my arms on free flow
Now I fly shows when we go down Heathrow
Look in my eyes, babe, hold this deepthroat
Same way gyal on my reload, D low
Don't fold bro, stick to the G code
Bang on our opps and munch on a reload
Findin' my opps like Finding Nemo
I tell the rap boys, "Make way like Kilo"
