Verse 1 Riding round, downtown, little dough to spend Shorty got her top down, like the car we rollin in Coke and Hen, hoes and gin, afrodisiac indeed Government can tax the blunt, but government cant tax the weed x4 Drinks and freaks is all that I need Southern speech is all that I speak 46 blood is all that I leak Til Im 6 feet deep. Somebody say, Preach. Preach! 6 shots Ciroc, that peach each Ride clean in dirty south streets bleach Til the tweaks in my speaks dont beat..We [Hook] Still Bumping 10 kickers, still grippin the grain Still Still riding them thangs. Still grippin the grain Still Still candy in the paint. Still riding them thangs Still Im bumping 10 kickers. Still grippin the grain Verse 2 Im bout that life, bout that life, bout that life Nigga count my stripes Inside tan, and outside white Redbone bi, but the brown one dyke Ya wife gone out on the town all night Keep her out my sight, I could pound on sight Never discriminate, brown or light Shorty Shake that ass, make it bounce, alright? Down, set, hike. 5 foot 6 wit a round and ripe Turn down the lights she throw it back, I counter strike I, I, I, Im into whips and thangs, she into gifts and rangs So, i keep her hand glistening, as Im ridin chrome, and I grip the grain [Hook]
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