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DJ Khaled - Ride For My N****s ft. Trick Daddy (This Ain't A Movie Dogg! Mixtape)
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DJ Khaled
DJ Khaled
Vocals
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
Vocals
Jeezy
Jeezy
Vocals
French Montana
French Montana
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
DJ Khaled
DJ Khaled
Songwriter
Dieuson Octave
Dieuson Octave
Songwriter
Jay Jenkins
Jay Jenkins
Songwriter
Karim Kharbouch
Karim Kharbouch
Songwriter
Benjamin Diehl
Benjamin Diehl
Songwriter
Kevin Cossom
Kevin Cossom
Songwriter
Derek Garcia
Derek Garcia
Songwriter
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Ben Billions
Ben Billions
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DJ Khaled
DJ Khaled
Producer
Dyryk
Dyryk
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Another one DJ Khaled! Ain't tryna flatter you but baby you a star I had to come after you, I seen you from afar When she walked in I was standin' by the bar Soon I saw you girl my dick was standin' hard She so wet I make that pussy fart Pussy good, I just might buy you a new car Girl you could come and meet my mom tomorrow The way you walk I thought you was a model I'm just a regular nigga from the bottom I hope you ain't one of them hoes that like to gossip First I eat it then I beat it just like Michael Yeah, I write but I consider myself an idol Ain't wanna say it but I think I like you Certain shit I just gon' do because I'm prideful Let a nigga get a little close to you then inside you It's okay bae don't be scared I ain't gon' bite you Love 'em with your mind and never with your heart Yeah, I'm shinin', don't you see me from afar? We the type of niggas pull up in new cars Sometimes you gotta pick these hoes apart She can't wait to fuck a nigga in your squad Real niggas wet your head and they shinin' hard Rolex today that Audemar tomorrow Sometimes you gotta pick these hoes apart One thing about that sack boy, I'ma run it up Your favorite trapper's favorite trapper and you the runner up Free credit, say one bitch, you know I got that sauce Really Gotti here, he ain't got it, I'm a motherfuckin' boss Cause I call when I call I ain't tryna catch no feelin's Dick rock hard, yeah I hit her with the buildin' To all my haters I be mad too, you gotta watch this Pull up in them 'Raris by the twos just like they toxic It ain't about the sprint lil nigga, it's about the marathon One time for my city bitch, they love me like I'm Farrakhan Woke up on the first, yeah I bought a couple bricks Got 'em all off then gotta suite up at the Ritz Love 'em with your mind and never with your heart Yeah, I'm shinin', don't you see me from afar? We the type of niggas pull up in new cars Sometimes you gotta pick these hoes apart She can't wait to fuck a nigga in your squad Real niggas wet your head and they shinin' hard Rolex today that Audemar tomorrow Sometimes you gotta pick these hoes apart Shawty cause of you, went and dropped the roof Went and got the loot Went and hit the dealer, went and dropped the deuce Tried to make her mine, I'm a hustler lookin' for a buster Baby go and find 'em, see you on your Oprah gram We can hustle, both can shine She buy the payment I knew that My mind's telling me don't do that, my dick hard so I flew that That fake love, we grew that Take her for that mac and let me see the real Pussy off that mansion I can see your grill Fuck the blogs, baby chill I pick these hoes apart Fuckin' with her mind so much it started fuckin' with her heart And I just play my part I'm just seein' if you real, you wasn't with me from the start These hoes'll tear your heart apart Montana Love 'em with your mind and never with your heart Yeah, I'm shinin', don't you see me from afar? We the type of niggas pull up in new cars Sometimes you gotta pick these hoes apart She can't wait to fuck a nigga in your squad Real niggas wet your head and they shinin' hard Rolex today that Audemar tomorrow Sometimes you gotta pick these hoes apart
Writer(s): Jay Jenkins, Khaled Khaled, Kevin Cossom, Benjamin Diehl, Derek Garcia, Karim Kharbouch, Bill Kapri Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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