sylvan rd ridin down dill - sahbabii lyrics
[chorus]
(welcome to 1st class)
came from sylvan road slidin’ down dill, bad b*tch in the passenger seat
she want d*ck she keep grabbin’ me, i don’t know if they after me
stick on me, ain’t no clappin’ me, it ain’t safe ain’t no crackin’ me
hear the engine on the backstreet, got his b*tch on the backstreet
lotta guns on that backstreet, servin’ crack on that backstreet
n*ggas workin’, yeah they trappin’, i know these streets i could trap you
suburban b*tch on the backstreet, leave the block beat her back in
[verse 1]
my brother cup filled with codeine, back seat with a tooly
drum on it he producing, he ready to k!ll, he ready to drill
don’t ever try to play i’m goofy, honey bun, n*gga, bulging
diamonds cold minnesota, stick light up like i’m yoda
[?], get a soda, i keep these hoes in order
i got his b*tch in the passenger seat, i show her the hood, i tour her
i’m not jew but i tore her, explore the hood baby dora
i [?] can’t ignore her, take your soul like a sorcerer
neck long brachiosaurus, huh, durango truck yeah its roarin’
i put that nut in her mouth and pull her head back and flush it like toilets, huh
[?] new orleans, huh, on the block with my woadie ‘dem
soulja slim like magnolia ‘dem, keep a k like magnolia ‘dem
[chorus]
(welcome to 1st class)
came from sylvan road slidin’ down dill, bad b*tch in the passenger seat
she want d*ck she keep grabbin’ me, i don’t know if they after me
stick on me, ain’t no clappin’ me, it ain’t safe ain’t no crackin’ me
hear the engine on the backstreet, got his b*tch on the backstreet
lotta guns on that backstreet, servin’ crack on that backstreet
n*ggas workin’, yeah they trappin’, i know these streets i could trap you
suburban b*tch on the backstreet, leave the block beat her back in
[verse 2]
freaky b*tch like a centipede, coochie wet, [?]
f*ck on a opp baby momma while he in jail, pop his ass when he free
my gang left a legacy, left a stain on the industry
what they doin’, boy that’s all me, f*ck around, pull a robbin’ spree
racks on me boy these robin jeans [?] baby toppin’ me
track [?] on me, baby driver ain’t no stoppin’ me
hoe wet like a wash machine, change your last name to valdery
these p*ssy n*ggas mockeries, on my d*ck yeah they jackin’ me
mood board, n*ggas watchin’ me, scratch ’em off like the lottery
[?], he a b*tch so i’m tryin’ him
no [?], n*gga fried ’em, bl*wj*b [?]
f*ck her for a minute tired of her, minute man b*tch i’m tired of you
[chorus]
(welcome to 1st class)
came from sylvan road slidin’ down dill, bad b*tch in the passenger seat
she want d*ck she keep grabbin’ me, i don’t know if they after me
stick on me, ain’t no clappin’ me, it ain’t safe ain’t no crackin’ me
hear the engine on the backstreet, got his b*tch on the backstreet
lotta guns on that backstreet, servin’ crack on that backstreet
n*ggas workin’, yeah they trappin’, i know these streets i could trap you
suburban b*tch on the backstreet, leave the block beat her back in
[outro]
(welcome to 1st class)
sylvan road slidin’ down dill
sylvan road slidin’ down dill
yeah, yeah, yeah
sylvan road slidin’ down dill
sylvan road slidin’ down dill
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