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my ride - souq lyrics

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[intro]
huh, what the f*ck? (b*tch, haha)
yuh, it’s lil’ souq (i guess you just have to be prepared to die)
b*tch, on god, it’s f*ckin’ souq, huh
huh, yuh, lil’ b*tch, like what?
yuh, what, huh, huh, huh, on god

[chorus]
ride around town wit’ a chop on me
i got them bands, i’ma ice out my t**th
bad lil’ b*tch, she a freak in them sheets, huh, huh
bad lil’ b*tch, yeah, she a lil’ freaky sl*t (on god)
b*tch tryna’ let me get in that b*tt
bro tryna’ slime me out, what the f*ck?
on god
yuh, huh, ride around town wit’ a big ah’ glock
finna k!ll that boy, pull up to his spot
finna k!ll that boy, we gon’ take his ice
he thought he was up, now he talkin’ to christ
got a cross on my neck, but i ain’t pray to god
got a fifty round drum, if you think you gon’ rob
you still on my mind, man, rest in peace my granddaddy
talk ’bout racks, i been had it
got that ar, automatic
got that ar, finna shoot sum’
on my block, this sh*t get gruesome
on this block, this sh*t get tragic
that boy a b*tch, that boy a lil’ f*ggot
huh, huh, huh, on god
yuh, huh, huh, huh
[verse]
quit them vapes, then i pick ’em back up
fix my stress, man, i’m lovin’ that stuff
i keep me a glock, and i hop out that black truck
man, he doin’ fent’, needa’ get off that bad stuff (get off)
b*tch tellin’ me i’m mad tough, huh, lil’ b*tch, on god
huh, up on that block, this sh*t get violent
b*tch, we pull up wit’ dracs’, and we slidin’
if you tryna’ f*ck wit’ me, hop in my ride then (hop in my ride, lil’ b*tch)
(yuh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh)

[chorus]
ride around town wit’ a chop on me
i got them bands, i’ma ice out my t**th
bad lil’ b*tch, she a freak in them sheets, huh, huh
bad lil’ b*tch, yeah, she a lil’ freaky sl*t (on god)
b*tch tryna’ let me get in that b*tt
bro tryna’ slime me out, what the f*ck?
on god
yuh, huh, ride around town wit’ a big ah’ glock
finna k!ll that boy, pull up to his spot
finna k!ll that boy, we gon’ take his ice
he thought he was up, now he talkin’ to christ
got a cross on my neck, but i ain’t pray to god
got a fifty round drum, if you think you gon’ rob
you still on my mind, man, rest in peace my granddaddy
talk ’bout racks, i been had it
got that ar, automatic
got that ar, finna shoot sum’
on my block, this sh*t get gruesome
on this block, this sh*t get tragic

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