Correction Paroles Just Ridin’ By par Devin The Dude

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Door slowly opens, in walks Mr. Copeland
Coughin' and he’s chokin' 'cause he’s smokin' somethin' potent
Glidin' and he's floatin' like he do when he rap
Now he's sittin', sippin’ brew, with your boo in his lap
Short skirt and no panties, actin’ [?]
Later on, take her home, naked, slow-dancin'
Never romantic, Devin’s so candid
f**k 'em then he duck 'em, cold sandwich, no Grammy, but
How can I expect 'em to give me an award
When I’ll just jack my d**k off and walk on the stage on hard?
Like a dirty old mane, I ain't servin' no 'caine
Couple'a D-dubs, so I ain't swervin' no lanes
Just tryna get from A to B; see what I got?
This D, now that's enough, I'm finished, get the F out
I just rock to the rhythm that just don't stop
d**k plops in your mouth and [?] c*ck

Just ridin' by, but there's a party inside
So I'm gon' slide in
I park my ride, I'm in here lyin' with a gal
Poke and stroke it like a violin

You know it's pimpin' in the building when I enter the door
Feelin' like it's déjà vu, like I been here before
Money over a hoe, that's the code that I live by
See, mine gon' break bread, knead the d**k like a bread [?]
Roll me up a paper square and poured up a cup
I got a eight, a four on me, another four in the truck
She asked me was I cool and was I wantin' to stay
She said, "I hope so, because my homegirl on the way"
I like it when they nasty and they do what I say
It's like whatever, whenever, she gon' go through with the play
Now she walkin' 'round this b*t*h with no clothes on
And her partner at the door, you know what's goin' on (Real talk)

Just ridin' by, but there's a party inside (It's rizzle)
So I'm gon' slide in
I park my ride (You know how we do this thing)
I'm in here lyin' with a gal
Poke and stroke it like a violin

Smokin' on somethin' special and nice, f**k the price
Yes, it's manicured, rolled up tight and pullin' right
Scoop her and take a flight, I'm on a mission
It's pimpin', never simpin', that's the reason why she listen
Straight up out the kitchen, pu**y hotter than a oven
Fresh exotic flavors in my paper's what I'm lovin'
The green monster comin', chiefin' with a young'un
Get full of that strong, and later on, I do some plumbin'
Nice fat ass, I'm talkin' hips without a stomach
Oh, by the way? Pass the tre so I can dump it
It's big smoke in the car - papers, no cigar
We blow a couple, turn us some corners, and catch a bar
This sh*t come out the jar, I'm all about the bread
She lickin' and strippin', I told her, "Baby, go ahead"
'Cause pimpin' never scared; you barkin' up my tree?
Smokin' on a forest, goin' hard as Don Quix'
Yeah

I'm just ridin' by, but there's a party inside
So I'm gon' slide in
I park my ride, I'm in here lyin' with a gal
Poke and stroke it like a violin
Just ridin' by, but there's a party inside
So I'm gon' slide in
I park my ride, I'm in here lyin' with a gal
Poke and stroke it like a violin

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