JAMS The Flava Child - Ridin Thru The City Lyrics

Grinding thru the winter
Got me stunting all summer
Got 'em taking pictures
When I'm bending on these corners
Chromed out with candy paint
Corvettes and them Chevrolets
5.0 from 88
Recliner clean seats with ash trays
Me?
I got exquisite taste
It's all Custom made
OG leather woodgrain
Friday night poppin out fillin up the tank
White tee vintage Prada Im not playin games
Akaline water bottle n some champagne
Cops can't
Pull me over
Riding Dealer plates
Depending on the chick might take the AMG thang
Riding thru my city
Smoke 2 joints that's an eighth
Ridin thru the city
Ridin thru the city
Ridin thru the city
Ridin thru the city
Ridin thru the city
Ridin thru the city
Ridin thru the city
Ridin thru the city
Riding at my own speed
Trapping Ps legally
Remember who is doubting me
I know no one's stopping me
You should buy stock in me
Few more years
It's time to play monopoly
Life is art
I'm painting my masterpiece
Got the master key
Cest La vie
We at the steakhouse
Brought the mob with me
Waitress looking good
Schedule lunch with me
Nothing to me
Underground luxury
Ridin thru the city
Ridin thru the city
Ridin thru the city
Ridin thru the city