I hear them talking and I love it,
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But I let them keep they hate cause otherwise they stuck with nothing
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But I¡¯m not the one to fuck with, rolling round with suspects
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And they looking everyday they not in cuffs, I guess it¡¯s success
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And I¡¯m uptown around Amsterdam, where women kicking back
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We all out to dinner, she don¡¯t eat before she Instagram it
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But I¡¯m way to spanics, we ain¡¯t pulling up in civics stow
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We be getting long panameras like we pitching dope
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And I used to live at home and now I¡¯m out of my mama¡¯s
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And a bit of riding out with my partners,
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And I¡¯m going out of town with your finest
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I ain¡¯t bother with college, nah, I tried it out do mean shit
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When you living like james dean, you don¡¯t give a damn about a dean¡¯s list
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And I¡¯m creeping round with them clean chicks
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They don¡¯t know the meaning of clean piss
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They don¡¯t ask how my week been
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They only ask where the weed is
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I¡¯m living filthy till it kill me
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And you can tell the judge the only thing I¡¯m guilty of
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Is being guilt free
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[Hook]
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We riding round slow, yeah, we riding round slow
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Lil mama getting low up in the passenger seat
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We riding round slow, yeah, we riding round slow
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Got the windows with the tints cause we don¡¯t wanna be seen
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We riding round slow, yeah, we riding round slow
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We leave the crib about 3, now that¡¯s a fucking routine
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Cause we don¡¯t have a sleep, the city never sleep, nah
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We¡¯re too busy living our dreams
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We riding round slow, yeah
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Yeah, and the dudes around me are ruthless
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They get stupid at the bar, they taking shots of those excuses
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And she waking up like she moved in, we ain¡¯t making no breakfast
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Now we getting up and we sexing and we both are maxing the exit
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My whole team is so reckless and they don¡¯t care about love
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Cause what the fuck is a witness, when you gonna tell them just what they saw
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Our tattoos and identifies, uptown where they tantrum find
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If they had they way, they¡¯d probably be ok with that genocide
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And my better side is my bad side
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Better half is that bad bitch, spending money¡¯s addictive
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Every damn feed am I happy
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My mother used to get mad and curse me out in broken Spanish
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But now she running round saying conjo cause she¡¯s ecstatic
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And nothing matters but family, I don¡¯t have friends
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If you ain¡¯t my brother, you nothing to me, you not sick
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I¡¯m living filthy till it kill me
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And you can tell the judge the only thing I¡¯m guilty of
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Is being guilt free
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[Hook]
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We riding round slow, yeah, we riding round slow
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Lil mama getting low up in the passenger seat
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We riding round slow, yeah, we riding round slow
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Got the windows with the tints cause we don¡¯t wanna be seen
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We riding round slow, yeah, we riding round slow
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We leave the crib about 3, now that¡¯s a fucking routine
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Cause we don¡¯t have a sleep, the city never sleep, nah
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We¡¯re too busy living our dreams
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We riding round slow, yeah.
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Ride Around Slow
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Emilio Rojas |