Testo Let It Ride - DurtE feat. Desert E
Testo della canzone Let It Ride (DurtE feat. Desert E), tratta dall'album I'm Not a Hypeman
Never needed nobody
To show me how I should live
Needed nobody
Drink somethin', come on
Smoke somethin', come on
Fuck somethin', come on. We gon'e let it slide
Stomp somethin' come on
Punch somethin', come on
Smash somethin', come on. We gon'e let it ride
My upper lip suffers from rigor mortis, it stays stiff
Like my dick in my wife every night that I lay with
I hear you motherfuckers talking
But, nobody saying shit
Writing all the mouth checks
Ain't nothin' to play with
Whenever one of those bounce
With nothin' to pay with
The overdrafts coming out of your ass
We take shit
I don't want to hear about the girls
You pretend to fuck
Ain't trying to listen to your new track
They tend to suck
And if you're getting all the money
Why's your shit so busted?
When you say you're about to blow
It suggests you suck it
Moving mountains from the underground
Shifting all those plates
Make your fucking head shake
Like you're stricken with old age
I murdered everything I've been on
But, still I got no name, no money, no problem
It probably won't change
Like a fat bitch that rocks shorts
And varicose veins
With a cottage cheese ass
Smiling up in your face
Come on!
Drink somethin', come on
Smoke somethin', come on
Fuck somethin', come on. We gon'e let it slide
Stomp somethin', come on
Punch somethin', come on
Smash somethin' come on. We gon'e let it ride
Drink somethin', come on
Smoke somethin', come on
Fuck something, come on. We gon'e let it slide
Stomp somethin', come on
Punch somethin', come on
Smash something, come on. We gon'e let it ride
Get up out your seat now
This is that street sound
The type of track to make a hater
Catch a beat down
Stomp your feet down
Drop it like a heat cloud
My shit come off the top like a freestyle
You do what?
Shut the fuck up and stop lying
The next man can have you flying on a lifeline
Better off putting your face on the hot iron
They're getting me checks cock sucker
So, stop trying
It's supply and demand
I ride for my fam
If you a scared bird
Keep your head in the sand
Cause I'm nice with the hands
Precise with the plans
Prepare to catch shit right when it lands
I'm an inconsiderate son of a bitch
Better known as a dickhead
A prick that ain't taking no shit
So take a second to reflect on this
If we better than the rest
Then I guess you can rest in piss
Bitch
Drink somethin', come on
Smoke somethin', come on
Fuck something, come on. We gon'e let it slide
Stomp somethin', come on
Punch somethin', come on
Smash somethin' come on. We gon'e let it ride
Drink somethin', come on
Smoke somethin', come on
Fuck somethin', come on. We gon'e let it slide
Stomp somethin', come on
Punch somethin', come on
Smash somethin', come on
We gon'e let it ride
Credits
Writer(s): Joey Hyde, Brinley Addington, Jerry Allen Flowers
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