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In My Ride

Morris Dayhuatong
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I′m so cool

I'm a kid

I gotta dance

What a bullet in my backseat

Tell my number, baby

Don′t just ex me

Write it down

Simp, simp, simp

Knock me, one whistle

Catch me in the car

Give me tips with a bristle

Like I

Chrome on a shoe

'Cause even Joe Willow

Getting lonely to (woo)

It's the ladies′ night in the club

And everybody knows my name (and me)

Rolling custom, detailed whips (ooh)

My garage is like a dealership (yes)

You might see me in the back con era

Flipping old-school to a pimp Riviera

Or in a Lamborghini

Got the best dress, win it in a strange blackening

Pimp, pimp, pimp, pimp, pimp, pimp

Share my ride

And it don′t matter if it's hot or cold outside

I got them tinted windows

With that climate control

And nobody knows

Who′s in my ride, ride, ride

Stress 'bout

In my maid black vans (oh)

A hot, sexy with a couple other friends (yes)

Sipping mad dog with a little hand

I′m 'bout to get a little nasty again

Let me pick it down to you gently

Sunset middle var, brand new Bentley

Took tone, but an ostrich top (yes)

Don′t hate, 'cause it just don't stop

Pimp, pimp, pimp, pimp, pimp, pimp

Share my ride (pmpish baby, pimpish baby)

And it don′t matter if it′s hot or cold outside

I got them tinted windows

With that climate control

And nobody knows (nobody knows)

Who's in my ride, ride, ride (nobody know)

Pimp, pimp, pimp, pimp, pimp, pimp

Share my ride (my ride)

And it don′t matter if it's hot or cold outside (it really don′t matter to me)

I got them tinted windows

With that climate control

And nobody knows

Who's in my ride, ride, ride

Alright, alright

You see I′m back

Did you miss me baby?

Or my Cadillac (don't spill nothing in my ride, my baby)

I'm an inmate, see

P i m p i n g

Berserk to myself (ooh, me, ooh, me?)

Be slipping on that Louis yuan drink (uh)

Remy Martin, cardiac, grande (grande)

I stack jewels on my wrist (on my wrist)

Ain′t no rules, when I pop out on a chick (at a chick)

When I lose I′m a always have chips (uh)

Slick spit, thick chick

Pimp, pimp, pimp, pimp, pimp, pimp

Share the west coast

East cost, they say

Pimp, pimp, pimp, pimp, pimp, pimp

Share the east coast

Midwest, they say

Pimp, pimp, pimp, pimp, pimp, pimp

Share the Midwest

Southeast, they say

Pimp, pimp, pimp, pimp, pimp, pimp

Share the south (got to, baby)

Pimp, pimp, pimp, pimp, pimp, pimp

Share my ride (it don't matter)

And it don′t matter if it's hot or cold outside (girl, I keep it sexy, mama)

I got them tinted windows

With that climate control (don′t nobody knows)

And nobody knows

Who's in my ride, my ride

You′re pimpish

Oh, no

Almost forgot the bridge

Set the brain inhere (I miss myself)

Tell us we're gonna have to take us more than last

Just a play of the do

Really, means he's on the go

Just keep it pimp-p-pimpish, baby, when you′re on the low

No matter day or night

In the rain or shine

Just keep it pimpish, baby, when you′re in your ride

(Take it home, haha)

(Come on, yeah)

(There he is)

(Double up now)

Take it to the house, baby

Trip in the bed

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