Testo Ridin' - Kash Doll
Testo della canzone Ridin' (Kash Doll), tratta dall'album Ridin'
It's past midnight, where the f- you been? (Huh?)
Don't play with me, -, better drop that pin (yeah)
I already talked to your lying- friends (what?)
Keep playin', you gon' end up single just like them (yup)
How you gon' sleep on a - like me
For these dog - like they ain't got fleas?
Coming up with lies you won't even believe
Matter of fact, I'm on my way, let me grab my keys, -
I'm runnin' up all these miles, on the freeway buck wild
Tryna find out where you at, where you at (where you at)
Don't have me ridin', ridin', ridin', ridin', 'round for you
Baby, if I catch you out, I'ma have to shut - down (shut it down)
Don't wanna be ridin', ridin', ridin', ridin', 'round for you
Drivin', blowin' up your cell (your cell), this ain't gonna end so well
You gon' make me key up your car (yeah), bust windows
Leave your clothes in the yard (mhm)
Break ya PlayStation since you playin' with my heart
Actin' like you ain't know that I was crazy from the start
Oh, you must have forgot (oh, you must have forgot)
Why you keep sendin' me to voicemail? (What?)
Phone on 'do not disturb', I can't trust that - (can't trust that -)
Every call come through when you layin' with me (layin' with me)
I don't know what you been up to, but we finna see (yeah)
I'm runnin' up all these miles, on the freeway buck wild
Tryna find out where you at, where you at (where you at)
Don't have me ridin', ridin', ridin', ridin', 'round for you
Baby, if I catch you out, I'ma have to shut - down (shut it down)
Don't wanna be ridin', ridin', ridin', ridin', 'round for you
Drivin', blowin' up your cell (your cell), this ain't gonna end so well
Hopped out the whip, just what I thought I'll see (dumbass)
You a grown - man but you runnin' from me (runnin' from me')
Tell that - don't be nervous 'cause my problem with you
But if she say something stupid, then I'm smackin' her too (smackin' her too)
You got all of this at home, and you want that? (Ugh)
Got you a home-cooked meal and you want snacks?
I'ma send you back to the streets where you belong
And when you start missin' home, don't be blowin' up my phone
I'm runnin' up all these miles, on the freeway buck wild
Tryna find out where you at, where you at (where you at)
Don't have me ridin', ridin', ridin', ridin', 'round for you
Baby, if I catch you out, I'ma have to shut shit down (shut it down)
Don't wanna be ridin', ridin', ridin', ridin', 'round for you
Drivin', blowin' up your cell (your cell), this ain't gonna end so well
Credits
Writer(s): Uzoechi Osisioma Emenike, Jocelyn Donald, Oak Felder, Darian Garcia, Arkeisha Knight
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