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HOOK
Ride 95 til the day I fuckin die
Got this bitch to get me by
Open up now don’t be shy
And we rollin up a swisher
Cause that class will get us high
Ride 95 til the day I fuckin die
Verse 1:
Glass of water to wash away addiction
Writing down my will man I wish this shit was fiction
Hands be shaken quivering tryna get attention
Lovey ladies love me cause they love it when I frick tion
Riding down my neighborhood mcdonalds not the right of me
Down a little ways strippers going violently
Memories when I rode in on a bike
Hitting up the labels through a mic
Used to be the mike and ikes
Used to date dykes used to hearing shots
Taking coverage of the fights
Alright I’m speaking
Thought the words within my city
Painted pictures phones were gritty
Time was lost but always with me
All their daddies call um kitten man it hurts
Cat calling out to girls with louis vuttion purses
Standing still attention raise your glass if you were mentioned
Tag that shit on twitter throwin curves and never missin
HOOK
Ride 95 til the day I fuckin die
Got this bitch to get me by
Open up now don’t be shy
And we rollin up a swisher
Cause that class will get us high
Ride 95 til the day I fuckin die
Verse 2:
Ride 95 til the day I fuckin die
Main bitch with hoes aside
New I’m never playin
I just really want a bride
Tryna fuck but call mine
Tell her stories after nine
Putting into work
When I’m working overtime
Gun shots white lines
Storyboardin styles
Think I’m better after rewrites
Anime on saturday
Mommy drinks the pain away
Got locked up for killing
And she never stole whats mine
Making lyrics cause I’m hurting
Used to mommy cursing
Crusin through the city
95 that be my time
Manage with it spittin hard to mention
Shit I’m feeling cause I cry
Whine dime bags surfacing my necklace
Fierce like cocaine messages
HOOK
Ride 95 til the day I fuckin die
Got this bitch to get me by
Open up now don’t be shy
And we rollin up a swisher
Cause that class will get us high
Ride 95 til the day I fuckin die
Verse 3:
Looking through I cherish it
Cherries on my topping
Twist a sentence when
I’m writing line that drain whats miss complying
Now a days I sit here writing
Why the fuck are we fighting
Chasing down the halls
Hear the stream in which your crying
Out no doubt
Stank fish
Blue trout
Cry baby no pouts
Smoking by the fucking ounce
Fucked more hoes than I can count
Sex is not a privilege
Writing letters to my one and only dearest
Dear you
Spinning through
Smoking stogs
Not chew atchoo
Allergic to the bullshit
Allergic to the whole land
See you on the kitchen floor
Cause you haven’t got the will to stand
Still frames like a movie by projector
I don’t wanna listen
HOOK
Ride 95 til the day I fuckin die
Got this bitch to get me by
Open up now don’t be shy
And we rollin up a swisher
Cause that class will get us high
Ride 95 til the day I fuckin die
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