gripping my wheel - slim thug & lil' keke lyrics
[intro: lil’ keke]
let’s ride
[chorus]
you can catch me ridin’ with the top down, just grippin’ my wheel (my wheel)
sittin’ fly than a b*tch with a bad b*tch, homie, you don’t know how this feel (this feel, i’m fly)
we ’bout to slide to the club, we can cut a rug, chiefin’ blow or drink or just chill (just chill)
but, man, you know ain’t no better feeling than grippin’ my wheel (let me talk to ’em)
[verse 1: lil’ keke]
you know i exit like an expert, louis v sweatshirt
showin’ off my neck work, glass house, cut skirt
top down, bad b*tch, better than my last b*tch
drop it on the last wish ’cause i ain’t never had sh*t
i’m chillin’ (chillin’)
holdin’ on the wood and i’m k!llin’, what a feelin’ (k!llin’)
slidin’ to the club no ceiling, i’m a villain
white dawn, chrome spokes peelin’
with a real bad broad, i’m dealin’
homie, i’m fly (i’m fly)
steady blowin’ kush in the sky
if they say he ain’t the king, they a motherf*ckin’ lie
when i’m holdin’ on the wood, i’m grippin’ (grippin’)
ridin’ to the club with my heater, no slippin’, n*gga
[chorus]
you can catch me ridin’ with the top down, just grippin’ my wheel (my wheel)
sittin’ fly than a b*tch with a bad b*tch, homie, you don’t know how this feel (this feel)
we ’bout to slide to the club, we can cut a rug, chiefin’ blow or drink or just chill (just chill)
but, man, you know ain’t no better feeling than grippin’ my wheel (my wheel)
[verse 2: slim thug]
ayy, ayy, it’s an incredible feeling
when the money to the ceiling, i can finally start chillin’
enjoy the fruits of the labor (labor), thanks to the savior (savior)
i spent my whole early life chasin’ that paper
now i’m kicked back, relaxed in a drop (drop)
waitin’ on another at the shop, man, this sh*t don’t stop (stop)
stayin’ out them haters’ way, tryna have a good day (day)
i’m on peace*of*mind time, i ain’t got time to play (play)
keep a baddie by my side when i roll (roll)
hit a few blocks and get some top is the goal (goal)
or feed a player soul when the caddy on hold (hold)
rollin’ so slow, beatin’ the block on fours (fours), huh
[chorus]
you can catch me ridin’ with the top down, just grippin’ my wheel (my wheel)
sittin’ fly than a b*tch with a bad b*tch, homie, you don’t know how this feel (this feel)
we ’bout to slide to the club, we can cut a rug, chiefin’ blow or drink or just chill (just chill)
but, man, you know ain’t no better feeling than grippin’ my wheel (my wheel)
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