Get it
I get it
Stay focuse
No limits
Only thing stopping me are
Traffic signs
And never these bitches
TIME I CANT WAIST IT
FOREVER invention
YOUR HEARING CREATION
Looked at the decade
MONEY IS WAISTED
Ice chains and
Bustdown is
The new generations
My name is
The Brown Kid
And dont u for get
And dont u forget it
No need for a role of detective
Hit you with lines you never invented
My mind is fusion of x and tyo
Knock u out like k.o
Yup
Huh
Knock u out like tyo
K.o
What, man I Ride
Ride in my ride
Ride in the whip
You counting yo cards
I'm passing by zippp
HAVE YOU MT. CLIMINING
OR fALL IN THE PIT
Hit
Any
Ball that you pitch
OUt of the gym
And never see it again
Ride, ride in my ride ridding My whip
Subzero the wrist
Coldest one to exist
Suffer through the hustle never
Cover the shit, Humble for this
Track for the summer, Brown Hippy click
Out from the gutter, Straight to The fridge
Cooking, cooking ay ooo
Breaking thru the break through, Watch the shit you Say ooo
Bat the bitch like Babe Ruth, Question on what made you
Speak the truth like Jesus, Be Humble if I paid you
Ridding with that Jane ooo, Wetback needs some leg room
Dashing off im dippin acid Tablets got me trippin what's
The difference from the system And a prison? Nothing bitches
Still I'm living
Still I'm gifted
Still I'm caught up in a mission
Still I'm giving
Still I'm drifting
Still I'm running up my engine
Still i
RIDE
Ride in my ride
Ride in the whip
You counting yo cards
I'm passing by zippp
HAVE YOU MT. CLIMINING
Or fall in the pit
Hit
Any
Ball that you pitch
OUt of the gym
And never see it again
Huh, man I Ride
TheBrownKid - Ride (feat. David Gonza) Lyrics
TheBrownKid - Ride (feat. David Gonza) Lyrics
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Get it
I get it
Stay focuse
No limits
Only thing stopping me are
Traffic signs
And never these bitches
TIME I CANT WAIST IT
FOREVER invention
YOUR HEARING CREATION
Looked at the decade
MONEY IS WAISTED
Ice chains and
Bustdown is
The new generations
My name is
The Brown Kid
And dont u for get
And dont u forget it
No need for a role of detective
Hit you with lines you never invented
My mind is fusion of x and tyo
Knock u out like k.o
Yup
Huh
Knock u out like tyo
K.o
What, man I Ride
Ride in my ride
Ride in the whip
You counting yo cards
I'm passing by zippp
HAVE YOU MT. CLIMINING
OR fALL IN THE PIT
Hit
Any
Ball that you pitch
OUt of the gym
And never see it again
Ride, ride in my ride ridding My whip
Subzero the wrist
Coldest one to exist
Suffer through the hustle never
Cover the shit, Humble for this
Track for the summer, Brown Hippy click
Out from the gutter, Straight to The fridge
Cooking, cooking ay ooo
Breaking thru the break through, Watch the shit you Say ooo
Bat the bitch like Babe Ruth, Question on what made you
Speak the truth like Jesus, Be Humble if I paid you
Ridding with that Jane ooo, Wetback needs some leg room
Dashing off im dippin acid Tablets got me trippin what's
The difference from the system And a prison? Nothing bitches
Still I'm living
Still I'm gifted
Still I'm caught up in a mission
Still I'm giving
Still I'm drifting
Still I'm running up my engine
Still i
RIDE
Ride in my ride
Ride in the whip
You counting yo cards
I'm passing by zippp
HAVE YOU MT. CLIMINING
Or fall in the pit
Hit
Any
Ball that you pitch
OUt of the gym
And never see it again
Huh, man I Ride
I get it
Stay focuse
No limits
Only thing stopping me are
Traffic signs
And never these bitches
TIME I CANT WAIST IT
FOREVER invention
YOUR HEARING CREATION
Looked at the decade
MONEY IS WAISTED
Ice chains and
Bustdown is
The new generations
My name is
The Brown Kid
And dont u for get
And dont u forget it
No need for a role of detective
Hit you with lines you never invented
My mind is fusion of x and tyo
Knock u out like k.o
Yup
Huh
Knock u out like tyo
K.o
What, man I Ride
Ride in my ride
Ride in the whip
You counting yo cards
I'm passing by zippp
HAVE YOU MT. CLIMINING
OR fALL IN THE PIT
Hit
Any
Ball that you pitch
OUt of the gym
And never see it again
Ride, ride in my ride ridding My whip
Subzero the wrist
Coldest one to exist
Suffer through the hustle never
Cover the shit, Humble for this
Track for the summer, Brown Hippy click
Out from the gutter, Straight to The fridge
Cooking, cooking ay ooo
Breaking thru the break through, Watch the shit you Say ooo
Bat the bitch like Babe Ruth, Question on what made you
Speak the truth like Jesus, Be Humble if I paid you
Ridding with that Jane ooo, Wetback needs some leg room
Dashing off im dippin acid Tablets got me trippin what's
The difference from the system And a prison? Nothing bitches
Still I'm living
Still I'm gifted
Still I'm caught up in a mission
Still I'm giving
Still I'm drifting
Still I'm running up my engine
Still i
RIDE
Ride in my ride
Ride in the whip
You counting yo cards
I'm passing by zippp
HAVE YOU MT. CLIMINING
Or fall in the pit
Hit
Any
Ball that you pitch
OUt of the gym
And never see it again
Huh, man I Ride
Writer: Cristian Herrera Guzman, David Gonzales Ochoa
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid