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field trip - kanye west. o lyrics

[intro: future]
wheezy outta here

[chorus: don toliver]
got a b*tch to ride or die
ride just like it’s on my bike (woah*woah)
do this all to circulate (doin’, what?)
f*ck her just to circulate (woah*woo)
do it just to circulate
take her just to circulate (woah*woah)
call her just to circulate
ride it just how i like my bike (woah*woo)
never gave a f*ckin’, ah
take her p*ssy, write a streak (woah*woah)
take her on a field trip
take her out her house (schyeah)
take her on a trip
take her out her house

[interlude: playboi carti & don toliver]
(ah, ah)
schyeah (ah), schyeah

[verse 1: playboi carti]
uh, i’m spittin’ that vеnom
the baby not real, it’s not in ’em
sеnd ’em a letter, i k!ll ’em
close that boy door, we dismissed him
i done got too high, just a little
i know i’m out my mind just a little
red lambo’ like skittles
double o*5, we criminal
i ain’t buy the yacht, bought the missile
tape on the gun, can’t miss ’em
tape on it, shake on it, shake on it
uh, shawty keep f*ckin’ my bones
movin’ too fast, ’bout to break somethin’
shawty keep hidin’ my phone
keep doin’ that, i’ma break somethin’
na*na*na*na*na*na*na*na*na, break somethin’
[chorus: don toliver & playboi carti]
got a b*tch to ride or die
ride it just like it’s on my bike (woah—)
got a b*tch to ride or die
ride it just like it’s on my bike (woah*woah)
do this all to circulate (hold up, doin’ what?)
f*ck her just to circulate (hold up, woah*woo)
do it just to circulate (hold up)
take her just to circulate (hold up, woah*woah)
call her just to circulate (ah)
ride it just how i ride my bike (woah*woo)
never gave a f*ckin’, ah (ah)
take her p*ssy, write a streak (woah*woah, ah)
take her on a field trip
take her out her house (schyeah)
take her on a trip
take her out her house

[interlude: ty dolla $ign & don toliver]
uh*uh, uh*uh (ah)
uh*uh (ah), uh*uh (ah)

[verse 2: ty dolla $ign]
whippin’ that b*tch like a rental
two hundred cash, my b*tch say i’m mental
medical plans, i’m all in her dental
move like a dog, i’m fresh out the kennel
n*ggas say, “gas”, they rollin’ up fentanyl
i know some n*ggas still servin’ like tennis
twenty*five cash, they go get you finished
wake up and spaz like dennis the— (uh)
you ain’t outside, i wish it was different
uh*uh (hey), uh*uh, ooh, uh*uh (shee’), uh*uh
[verse 3: kodak black]
i’m draggin’ my nuts, got my d*ck out the dirt
put it right in her b*tt, got her twerkin’ in turks
if that my lil’ b*tch, she gon’ listen to durk
in the trenches with her feelin’ uncomfortable
i was crushin’ on you, now i’m f*ckin’ on you
steady bussin’ on you, now you love me
haters gon’ say you can just want my lil’ paper
but who wouldn’t want a n*gga with some money?
d*ck in her stomach, i’m makin’ her vomit
that foreign imported from saudi arabia
like how you riding the d*ck like a gangster
for yeezy, you can turn my dealer to an angel
my name just should’ve been ty
’cause dollar signs get my d*ck wet
got a b*tch high and she out of her mind
bae on a trip, i done took her to six flags

[chorus: don toliver & ty dolla $ign]
got a b*tch to ride or die
ride it just like it’s on my bike (woah—)
got a b*tch to ride or die
ride it just like it’s on my bike (uh*ooh, woah*woah)
do this all to circulate (uh*ooh, doin’, what?)
f*ck her just to circulate (uh*ooh, woah*woo)
do it just to circulate (uh*ooh)
take her just to circulate (uh*ooh, woah*woah)
call her just to circulate
ride it just how i ride my bike (uh*ooh, woah*woo)
never gave a f*ckin’, ah
take her p*ssy, write a streak (woah*woah)
take her on a field trip
take her out her house (schyeah)
take her on a trip
take her out her house
[verse 4: lil durk & don toliver]
eleven cars in the garage, ten automatic (ah), one car’s stick shift (ah)
elon musk, ain’t met him yet (ah), i gave her two teslas and a g6
vanish mode don’t count for loyal hoes, they the ones gon’ delete sh*t
with my nba, sign the nda, brodie brought all elite sh*t
the trenches call me the goat, but they don’t really know, it’s goals i ain’t reach yet
van cleef and a private chef, you can trick a b*tch to have rich s*x
bro out for murder, he movin’ strategic
got a few twins, they flew in from egypt
real city girl, think she caresha
voice of the trenches, i stand for the people
grew up with k!llers, i slept with the reaper
name on the list, get the rollie for cheaper
scratch off the list, i did two off a eater
baby mamas tryna make me look evil
you ain’t got money, i’m tryin’ not to see you
you better be lucky, i’m humble and rich
go to the mecca, i cut off the wicks
cool with the da to stay out the pen’

[chorus: don toliver & playboi carti]
got a b*tch to ride or die
ride just like it’s on my bike (woah—)
got a b*tch to ride or die
ride just like it’s on my bike (woah*woah)
do this all to circulate (doin’, what?)
f*ck her just to circulate (woah*woo)
do it just to circulate
take her just to circulate (woah*woah)
call her just to circulate
ride it just how i like my bike (woah*woo)
never gave a f*ckin’, ah
take her p*ssy, write a streak (woah*woah)
take her on a field trip
take her out her house (schyeah)
take her on a trip (trip)
take her out her house (set)

[verse 5: playboi carti & don toliver]
what you say? (ah)
i take her on a field trip (ah)
i put her on a field trip (ah)
i bought that ho some new lip
i bought that ho some new heels
i bought that ho some new heels
i got that ho too hill
i put her on a road trip
i take her on a field trip (what you say?)
i take her on a field trip (what you say?)
i take her on a field trip (what you say?)
i take her on a field trip (what you—?)

[verse 6: kanye west]
trappin’, the cameras are scope
tell me you majestic
tell me you love me the most
tell me you love me the mo’
tell me you love me the mo’
tell me you love me the mos’
tell me you love me the mo’
tell me you love me, we’re burberry hittin’ the mall
this summer, we hittin’ the mall
position, we hittin’ them all
on the percs and we gettin’ the mo’
all of my money gettin’ the ta’
somebody gettin’ the ta’
some of you gettin’ the talk
some of you get in the vault
i got the felony, it ain’t my fault
ain’t my no—
it ain’t my loss
it ain’t my wrong
knowing you

[outro: don toliver]
got a b*tch to ride or die
ride just like it’s on my bike
got a b*tch to ride

- kanye west o lyrics

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