Luyện nghe bài hát Ride With Me (Bottom Style) - Rufftown Mob

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If you go and take a ride wit me
Wit three women in the fo' with the D's
Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, be the money!)

If you go and get high wit me
Smoke a L in the of the Benz-y
Oh why must I feel this (Hey, must be the money!)

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In the on the late night, feelin right
tryin to spot somethin real nice
Lookin for a little shorty I so that I can take home
(I can home)
She can be 18 (18) wit an
Or 19 kinda snotty actin rude
But as long as you a thicky thicky girl you know that it's on
(Know that on)
I peep something comin towards me on the dance
and real slow (hey)
Sayin she was peepin and I dig the last
So when Nelly, can we go; how could I her no?
Her measurements were
I like the way you brush hair
And I like those stylish clothes you
I like the way the light hit the ice and
And I can see you boo from way there

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Face and body and back, don't know how to act
no vouchers on her boots she's bringin nuttin back
You should feel the impact, shop on
When the sky's the limit and them can't get past that
Watch me as I gas that, folk got paid
Watch the candy paint change, everytime I switch
It strange now
a livin off my brain, instead of 'caine now
I got the title from my momma put the on end now
Damn shit done now
credit checks with no shame now
I feel the fame now (come on), I complain now (no more)
I'm the mayne now, in and out my own town
I'm pages out of New Jersey, from Courtney B.
Tellin me about a up in NYC
And can I make it? right, I be on the next flight
Payin cash; first class - sittin next to Vanna

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Check, check - yo, I know somethin you know
And I got to tell ya
You believe how many people, straight doubted the flow
Folks said that I was a
But now the motherfuckers askin me fo' dough
And I'm yellin, "I can't ya"
"But can we get tickets to the next show?"
no (what's witchu?!) you for real?!

Hey yo, now that I'm a fly guy, and I fly
Niggaz know why, why I fly by
But yo all good, Range Rover all wood
Do me like you should - me good, suck me good
We be them stud niggaz, wishin you was
like we drug dealers, simply cause she butt-naked
in the club, me in the Benz
Icy grip, tellin me to leave wit you and friends
So if shorty wanna... knock, we knockin to
And if shorty wanna... rock, we to this
And if shorty wanna... pop, we poppin the
wanna see the ice, then I ice the wrist
City talk, Nelly Nelly talk, city listen
When I fuck fly bitches; when I walk pay
See the ice and the glist'; niggaz starin or diss
Honies lookin all they - come on boo, gimme kiss

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Hey, must be the money!