Letras de RIDE WIMME

Coldest motherfucker in the north of England, brother
Know what the f-
Uh, uh
Yeah, yeah
Look, yeah

I can′t fuck with people that are sittin' on the fence (ah)
Brothers pushin′ weight, and they ain't sittin' on the bench (yeah)
Shawty told me holla when I′m finished in the trench
So I′m callin' for some head like I′m flippin' on the pence, on God (ooh)

Baby girl can hold some cold shots
Super Bowl with the necklace, how I′m throwin' those rocks (haha)
Had the dojo lookin′ like an overgrown crop
Pull up solo, and we can go toe to toe (what?)

Mic check, ice check, man are fly as LiTek (yeah)
Spin a pussy in the booth, I'll spin him on the live set
Spillin' money in the coupe, big spliff and white vest
You′re still bummy in a suit, lose the tie and try less (haha)
I mean, look

You don′t need the grease or have gotta read books
To be smart enough to see that I'm fuckin′ G'd up (yeah)
I just pulled up on the scene, now I′m seein' these doves
But they′re stealin' my steez, what the fuck? I need cuts

Bitch
Yeah, yeah

Pull up on your wifey, wanna ride with me?
It might get a little icy when you're ridin′ with me
Get the paper, baby, show me what I like to see
If it′s right for you, then it's right for me

Tell me I can trust you when you′re ridin' with me
Let it burn, I feel like Usher when you′re ridin' with me
Puttin′ money in the dirt, then I light my tree, yeah
Tough for you, but it's light for me, yeah

What the actual fuck? (Huh?)
Spark a man, tell a boy, "Chat to my foot" (bah)
I don't pay for bottles, I make racks in the club (whoo)
I don′t pay for models, I just (shh), never mind

Yo, I got cribs sittin′ back, gas catchin' the dust (grrah)
Whips for the track, you get lapped in the truck (skrrt)
The lazy ones got the most chat when they′re up (trust)
I don't judge you by your cover, but the actions you took, little bitch (bitch)

Hundred thousand on me when I′m steppin' out normal (yeah)
VVS the chain, rose kettle informal (yeah)
Shawty wet-wet, got me flexin′ this snorkel (yeah)
But if it's red dead, I'm just gettin′ this (whoa)

Say they gonna ride, don′t be playin' with my time (yeah)
Get to rakin′ up this money, I ain't rakin′ up a line (ah)
Got the blazer in the ride in case a paigon wanna try
Baow, baow, baow, baow, now you're layin′ on your side

Yeah
You can't roll with me
Bitch

Pull up on your wifey, wanna ride with me?
It might get a little icy when you're ridin′ with me
Get the paper, baby, show me what I like to see
If it′s right for you, then it's right for me

Tell me I can trust you when you′re ridin' with me
Let it burn, I feel like Usher when you′re ridin' with me
Puttin′ money in the dirt, then I light my tree, yeah
Tough for you, but it's light for me

Yeah
You know who the fuck it is, young Aitch
Manchester, 0161
Come ride with me, baby girl
Yeah