Testo RIDIN 4 U - Ryan Trey
Testo della canzone RIDIN 4 U (Ryan Trey), tratta dall'album STREETS SAY YOU STILL MISS ME
Streets say you miss me
Tell me you didn't say it
Poppin', you need it in Vegas
I bet they don't see you the same, baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Tell me shit, why you leave with him? I know it
Gotta vent, good at actin' and you sold it (yeah, you sold that shit)
Got a new G2, I'm floatin' (yeah)
Girl, I don't need you, I'm good, I know
Uh, why you always tryna hide your phone?
But God is good and this backwood, I'ma take it, I'ma light it 'til it's on fire
When I asked you if there's someone you can tell me, "It's alright" (alright)
Do you think I still lay with bitches on the side?
I ain't 'bout that life
Know I told you you're my girl
Lookin' at the end of the world, it was all bad, it was good
I remember all the things that I never did, but I know I should
I been outside
And I'm ridin', babe, uh, ridin' for you
Yeah, I'm ridin', babe, oh, I'm ridin' for you
Yeah, I'm ridin' babe, hit the highway for you
And you cryin', babe, but what you cryin' for, girl?
If you ridin', babe
Just try it, girl, drink 'til you dive in, babe
Just dive in good, oh, 'til you drown, drownin', babe
I'm ridin' good, oh, yeah, I'm drownin', babe, oh, I'm ridin' good
We dreamed of new Goyard (Goyard)
Matchin' cars (same cars)
Wanna see you go off
I don't know no more (know no more)
Why I feel this way (feel this way)
Done with this, okay (that's okay)
I'ma let shit fade
Still you the finest
Girl, I got questions, I don't know (why?), like why are you the flyest?
Losin' my mind, been high too much, these drugs you should try it
Make me feel like you love me still, I know you be lyin'
Know you be lyin', I know (oh)
And they ask me if you're a problem
Said she a doll, but she got ten guns (ah-ah-oh)
You a doll but you got ten guns
(Ah-ah, oh-oh, na-na, na-na)
(Oh, na-na-na-na)
I said she a doll, but she got ten guns
Baby, right here with me, yeah
Oh yeah, I'm ridin' babe, uh, ridin' for you
Yeah, I'm ridin', babe, oh, I'm ridin' for you
Yeah, I'm ridin', babe, hit the highway for you
And you cryin', babe, but what you cryin' for, girl?
If you ridin', babe
Just try it, girl, drink 'til you dive in, babe
Just dive in good, oh, 'til you drown, drownin', babe
I'm ridin' good, oh (drownin')
Wait
Girl, I wanna know why you feelin' that way
Ain't picked up your phone, so I know that things changed
Only when we're drunk, we be on the same page
All I see is you when I get on this stage
Girl, I wanna know why you feelin' that way
Ain't picked up your phone, so I know that things changed
Only when we're drunk is when we on the same page
Yeah, yeah, page, page
Tell me you didn't say it
Poppin', you need it in Vegas
I bet they don't see you the same, baby
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Writer(s): Mark Lombardo, Ryan Fulton
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