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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah (Fool) What it It's the Planes and the Taylor Gang Bitches sliding off they wedding rings Uncork the champagne (Yeah) And she just wanna ride with a G' (Yeah) She remember what it was She remember what it used to be (right) But somewhere along the lines she fucked up And realized she lost her seat And, now, she just wanna ride with a G' Yeah, she just wanna ride with a G' (Yeah, Yeah, Fool) Uh, fresh out the time machine, I step Mercedes Benz SL5, garage kept I play the field with stiff arms and side steps Bitches with whom I've slept solidify my rep Her baby doll eyes watered up, as she wept When I mentioned my intentions were to step Beast I be, her friends tell her not to speak to me We've got history I know I still can beat, fool And women I've been with know it's true No matter what I got goin' Saw me with my mang thang Still got my number she textin' my phone She just wanna ride with a G' I can't knock her Fucking with these imposters Lower case G's, little me's Them niggas pickin' sticks and seeds outta they weed My bud covered in fuzz But not surrounded by the police (Yeah) She remember what it was She remember what it used to be But somewhere along the lines she fucked up And realized she lost her seat And, now, she just wanna ride with a G' Yeah, she just wanna ride with a G' Yeah-a, she-a Playa, play ya Lay ya, spray ya On the real loco I should be the mayor Compassionate writer Fly to a spider Scope on me tough like a sniper, viper My cipher is G's No fleas, green trees No seeds, oh please We press, we ease Artistically in a midst of me I'm mystically and magical The weight I form the group Makes a move I mean cause my shit is like classical It blows my mind and I know This new diamond I quote It's worth about a mill ticket Baby is ya down to come get it? Cause my seat is unoccupied West coast livin' is you down to ride? We can take ya to the spot maybe But it's hot baby From the bottom all the way to the top, baby You with the boss dogg, that it is You see I'm 'bout the currency with urgency Can ya dig, dig, dig, dig, dig (Yeah) She remember what it was She remember what it used to be But somewhere along the lines she fucked up And realized she lost her seat And, now, she just wanna ride with a G' Yeah, she just wanna ride with a G' Yeah
Writer(s): David Anthony Willis, Shante Franklin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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