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Webb Wilder - How U Ridin lyrics
Trill Fam. Young Savage you can catch me (catch me)
 Fresh kicks, fresh bows, and a fresh tee (fresh tee)
 With two crucial ass hoes yea that's me (that's me)
 Look at him his eyes closed he ain't even sleep
 Say Boosie chill wit all that swervin' too much dope in here
 Nigga slow down you betta think about Big Head and Pimp
 Y'all want that savage shit (savage shit) I gotta represent
 Y'all want some rider shit (rider shit) well here it is then
 [Chorus: repeat 2X]
 How you ridin?
 Bad bitch hair did nails feet too
 How you ridin?
 Leather seats TV's with the beat too
 How you ridin?
 Gettin bent behind tint you can't see through
 And my rims way bigger than yours
 [Webbie]
 Red truck, blue truck, green truck, black truck
 Suburban, Excursion, that Tahoe, that Lac truck
 Fuck it a bucket, a Delta, a Cutlass
 A Regal, a Monte whatever you thuggin'
 It's suped up, it's couped up, it fold down with great sound
 When summer hit you gotta keep the roof up or it go down
 That bad bitch now she be in that Mustang or that Sebring
 Or stuntin her ass off in that '05 her man bought
 How much your paint cost?
 Look like it just got rained on
 Tell me this when you stop do your rims stop or they keep goin
 Your Nissan, your Neon, your old man Caprice own
 You finna take off them twenties and put them big 23's on
 Watchin the latest DVDs with the TV's on
 It's hot AC in winter can turn your heat on
 You hear them loud pipes as soon as you put your feet on
 Bicycles, motorbikes, whatever you on the street on
 [Chorus]
Webb Wilder - How U Ridin - http://motolyrics.com/webb-wilder/how-u-ridin-lyrics.html
You went the cheap route or do that deck pop out
 You gon' let that tech pop out if that mess pop out
 How you ridin
 Want you ain't worried bout flossin
 You hollerin fuck what I'm talking your shit better than walkin
 Expired stickers up on it look like the junkyard on it
 The 26's up on it and Boocu bitches up on it
 What kina motor up in it think it can fuck with that Hemi
 I gotta Cutlass 350 will leave your ass by a distance
 You ain't customly did it or oringally interior
 Your like them Westside niggaz'll sit that thang on them switches
 Them by 9's be tickin you broke the rearview mirrors
 But that's the 415 shit I run with the 412
 I gotta 'llac chrome grill on the factory rims
 Hoes piled up in here all on laps be still
 Cant wait to get to the room nimblin on my ear
 Y'all gon' get it just chill let me control this wheel
[Chorus]
 [Webbie]
 Hot gun half a bird man I ride like that
 I ain't even tryna swerve I just drive like that
 With a Beyonce face and some thighs like that
 Attitude like Trina and a ass that fat
 Fuck it I done told my cousin you can have that Lac
 Gon get your shine on watch what I'm gon' snatch
 I don't know but off the top I'm spendin 85 stacks
 With them cozy ass seats that massage my back
 Jacksonville, Mississippi A-Town y'all niggaz wit me
 They talk funny but them boys makin money in New York City
 Took some trips up to Houston be all the D-Town bootin
 Greg Street what's happenin to they love that Gangsta Musik
 If you gon' do it then do it from the Benzes to Buicks
 Let your ends look stupid drop them up 22 it
 Y'all niggaz is clueless don't you worry bout Trill
 This another hit for y'all stupid clowns to steal
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