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Ryan Trey
Ryan Trey
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Ryan Fulton
Ryan Fulton
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Mark Joseph Lombardo
Mark Joseph Lombardo
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Rrarebeats
Rrarebeats
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Cory Rose
Cory Rose
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Collins "Roos" Ukegbu
Collins "Roos" Ukegbu
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Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
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Streets say you miss me Tell me you didn't say it Poppin', you need it in Vegas I bet they don't see you the same, baby Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Tell me shit, why you leave with him? I know it Gotta vent, good at actin' and you sold it (yeah, you sold that shit) Got a new G2, I'm floatin' (yeah) Girl, I don't need you, I'm good, I know Uh, why you always tryna hide your phone? But God is good and this backwood, I'ma take it, I'ma light it 'til it's on fire When I asked you if there's someone you can tell me, "It's alright" (alright) Do you think I still lay with bitches on the side? I ain't 'bout that life Know I told you you're my girl Lookin' at the end of the world, it was all bad, it was good I remember all the things that I never did, but I know I should I been outside And I'm ridin', babe, uh, ridin' for you Yeah, I'm ridin', babe, oh, I'm ridin' for you Yeah, I'm ridin' babe, hit the highway for you And you cryin', babe, but what you cryin' for, girl? If you ridin', babe Just try it, girl, drink 'til you dive in, babe Just dive in good, oh, 'til you drown, drownin', babe I'm ridin' good, oh, yeah, I'm drownin', babe, oh, I'm ridin' good We dreamed of new Goyard (Goyard) Matchin' cars (same cars) Wanna see you go off I don't know no more (know no more) Why I feel this way (feel this way) Done with this, okay (that's okay) I'ma let shit fade Still you the finest Girl, I got questions, I don't know (why?), like why are you the flyest? Losin' my mind, been high too much, these drugs you should try it Make me feel like you love me still, I know you be lyin' Know you be lyin', I know (oh) And they ask me if you're a problem Said she a doll, but she got ten guns (ah-ah-oh) You a doll but you got ten guns (Ah-ah, oh-oh, na-na, na-na) (Oh, na-na-na-na) I said she a doll, but she got ten guns Baby, right here with me, yeah Oh yeah, I'm ridin' babe, uh, ridin' for you Yeah, I'm ridin', babe, oh, I'm ridin' for you Yeah, I'm ridin', babe, hit the highway for you And you cryin', babe, but what you cryin' for, girl? If you ridin', babe Just try it, girl, drink 'til you dive in, babe Just dive in good, oh, 'til you drown, drownin', babe I'm ridin' good, oh (drownin') Wait Girl, I wanna know why you feelin' that way Ain't picked up your phone, so I know that things changed Only when we're drunk, we be on the same page All I see is you when I get on this stage Girl, I wanna know why you feelin' that way Ain't picked up your phone, so I know that things changed Only when we're drunk is when we on the same page Yeah, yeah, page, page Tell me you didn't say it Poppin', you need it in Vegas I bet they don't see you the same, baby
Writer(s): Mark Joseph Lombardo, Ryan Fulton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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