- Titre : My Ride
- Année : 2009
Even if you don't like me,
I bet you fall in love with my ride (my ride), my ride,
Got girls wanna be wifey,
Cause they fell in love with my ride (my ride), my ride... ehh.
Okay I pull up to da club, on them scotty pippin's
You say you got dubz, well I'm thirteen mo inches
These chromed out wheels got yah'll haters out there squintin'
When I hop in that club line, I ain't lookin for no friendships
Got Clyntell pipes, custom tint up on my windows
My air vents sealed, so I never lose no indo
Who's trailing me? my kin-folk, we weavin through the streets
And the flows like the wind, how it be breathing through these beats.
And my seats, got my name on it,
Yeah I know you ain't on this
Sparkle custom paint on this
On that droptop, frame on this
The grill is exclusive, and the rides all implusive
The only one that's whippin' this is singer slash producer
Say you wanna get drunk, I gotta bar up in my car,
I never get bored with foreign broads up in my car,
So when it's master time I'm goin hard up in my car
Touch down a hundred yards up in my car.