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ridin round slow - a$ap ant lyrics

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ridin round slow…ridin round slow…ridin round slow…ridin ridin slow

[verse 1: asap ant]
sipping on tuss, talking slow
you already know we druggy with hoes
rollin up blunts, counting up doe
gun on my lap, middle finger to the po
pop another bean it got me gone
margiela b-tton up got me looking like a don
f-ck that blunt, come and hit this bong
crack that patron, purple lean still in my cup
white b-tches c0king, slurring, thrown
everybody gone, shrooms got me in-and-out the zone
ridin round slow is how we be, 4-4 c-cked on the side of me
yeah n-gga i hold heat, give a p-ssy n-gga cold feet
bumpin that screw, free lil boosie
out ridin round slow wit a bad -ss ho
f-ck around leave her with the kids, all in her mouth
got this b-tch l!cking her fingers and tasting her self
top floor, no bottom shelf
trill rap, bringing lil boosie back
hit em with the chopper….automac
a$ap in the building, we ain’t going back, n-gga

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ridin round slow…ridin round slow…ridin round slow…ridin ridin slow

[verse 2: emex]
look hold up, where my cups at?
and my homie got the tree bout to puff that
too much lean for the seats, gotta cut back
lookin’ on my seams, she can tell where the bucks at
can’t get enough off that, wait, whats that?
purple hearts gang, a$ap on the track
bullet, barrel, bang, know the name emex
and your girl love the curls so my hats to the back
n-ggas talk smack, mack to your adams apple and its a wrap
get that, you don’t get that? you going get that
cl!ck-clack, try that lil homie better get back
y’all on dro but i never piff that
but i sip all day when i spit that
and its stacks on deck, but we bang mess wit that riff raff
hit it from the back til the chick get whip lash
they say “how you get that?”, this that exclusive
ridin round slow, wit the turned up music
windows rolled down, but im turned up to it
hit debo up like “whats up lets do this”
hit ant up like “whats up lets do it”
they dont want beef like ruth cris
swear me and my homies get ruthless
tell em make ways for the new kids
true sh-t, but p-ss my cup before i do this

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ridin round slow…ridin round slow…ridin round slow…ridin ridin slow

- aap ant lyrics

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