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ra. - j shepard lyrics

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[j shepard]
ra ra ra ra
ridin’ round here
crusin’ in the beamer bumping cyphers in my ear
no stress
withdrawls
when i’m playing it by ear
lost calls
no tracks
when my signal crystal clear

ra ra ra ra
ridin’ round here
crusin’ in the beamer bumping cyphers in my ear
no stress
withdrawls
when i’m playing it by ear
lost calls
no tracks
when my signal crystal clear
ra ra ra ra

yeah
never catch me on that same sh*t
she think i’m made of money
uncle sam on that take sh*t
man heard they caught you up on that fake sh*t
all my sh*t owned no bills for the lane switch
playing round here going crazy with the tar tints
crusing down muholland
and i’m praying for the function

watch these b*tches forming line to ride in this beamer whip
gotta stay fly three 6 with the limo tint
living like a toltec no lies when i make it slip
b*tches come around when i frown

baby make it good take it good
lord forgive me for my sins
make amends in the club
omens in the rum
break necks then i stun
only take the lump sum

baby watch me from afar
don’t get close make me paranoid
brake lights then i run
brake lights then i run
brake lights then i run

[fxriaz]
blast from the past and im driving real fast
hunnit on the dash but it should be f*cken cash
and i feel the need to get up to speed
hold the donut though
only making moves to achieve the f*cken gold
mission after mission feels like everyday
uhhh

better than the person i was yesterday

uhhh

real reccognize real right?
let me tell you a lil story

aight

once upon a time
once upon a night

one motherf*cker was creepin’ past the light
had to rev it up
engine ripping hard so you better fasten up
on the sight of green
all i could ever f*cken see was the lights with the blur
as i felt the cold breeze

night was turning lighter by the second
b*tch i wear my thrid call that sh*t representing
yeah b*tch ridin’ round here

catch me in the f*cken news from the bay all the way to la
gun to your motherf*cking face
shoot a loney motherf*cker gotta make the sp*ce
yeah yeah yeah
b*tch i do the race
[ashadeofgray]
from the 323 and the 510
i got one too many fine as hoes
pretty hair, pretty nails, and pretty toes
call me papi if you a spanish hoe

drop the clutch
smoke another dutch
wheels losin’ chunks
drop it to the next gear as i pass it to my bruh
losin’ grip cuz the hemi ridin’ tough
slidin’ down the street always testing my luck
homie passed it to the left so i take puff

chilling low
steady packing bowls
sit back and enjoy the show
tires are screaming getting ready to blow
put it in first then let it hit the floo

smokin’, tokin’
runnin’ and gunnin’
body’s gonna drop when the cuete starts thumping
creepin’, sweeping
leakin’ and bleeding
move out the way cuz the streets i’m eating

this mary ain’t a virgin cuz i pass it to the homies
got ten hoes that’ll roll my joints for me
used to have one but that sh*t got boring
screeching down the block but the car movin’ slowly
car moving slowly
car moving slowly

- j shepard lyrics

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