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rider - fella lyrics

[intro]
she a fan, she a groupie, she a backseat rider
chillin’ in the benz but i’m tryna get a spider

[tag]
(ay that’s*)

[hook]
she a fan, she a groupie, she a backseat rider
she been ‘round the block, i would never get inside her
chillin’ in the benz but i’m tryna get a spider
two backwoods and a b*tch, i’m inspired
she a fan, she a groupie, she a backseat rider
she been ‘round the block, i would never get inside her
chillin’ in the bеnz but i’m tryna get a spider
two backwoods and a b*tch, i’m inspired

[verse]
n*ggas out hеre tryna turn a hoe into a housewife
she sucked the whole team, but you kissed her on the mouth right?
clown ass n*ggas out here f*ckin’ up the game
spendin’ money on a b*tch when you don’t know her name
girl scout cookies in my blunt, i don’t smoke mid
mary jane got me sayin’ f*ck it up sis
i don’t gotta brag about the sh*t that i did
all i know is, you don’t know me, and your girl think you a b*tch
mothaf*ckin fella in the cut straight from sac town
we a different breed, n*gga we don’t back down
never been a square, my young n*ggas pack rounds
but me i’m just an adlib, i’m in the background
family all depend on me, can’t be goin’ out soon
gotta make sure they all drip like typhoons
related to the bread ‘cause i’m on the rise too
if a n*gga wife a thot, he soft more than high schools
[hook]

[verse 2]
to be honest i just need the two woods
a b*tch can slide if she ain’t gon’ be on no bull
i don’t want a city girl, you needa grow up somewhere rural
and don’t try and come unless you got one of your girls
met her at the park and she hopped right in the back
pulled out a magnum, i said “girl what’s that?”
you can only give me head, ain’t gon’ get tha fella trapped
unless you got a fat ass and a bank account to match
tryna touch a dollar, i ain’t trippin’ over p*ssy
give me one shorty and a hundred pounds of cookie
n*gga try and short me, she gon’ over*blow the bl!cky
gettin’ shifty in the benz while lil shorty tryna frisk me
this is water in my cup, no more mud in a simply
posted in the cut, my shooter is where he should be
every dollar that i touch ain’t for me, it’s for my family
plan a gotta work cuz n*gga i don’t got a plan b

[hook]

- fella lyrics

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