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Friyie - Ride With A Real One (Official Video)
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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Friyie
Friyie
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
D. Obeng
D. Obeng
Songwriter:in
O. Jackson
O. Jackson
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Catch Carter
Catch Carter
Produzent:in

Letras

She gon ride wit a real ****
She gon ride wit a real ****
She gon ride wit a real one
She gon ride wit a real one
Real real real
Whoa!
That’s whenever for whoever man
Rolling with band drum with the heavy metal man
Imma let it rain, forecast, ain’t no weatherman
Probably with the gang, mask on in the caravan
Back up in the city then I hop inside the rental yeah
ANF my necklace like the gold Olympic medal yeah
Hit it like a cymbal man this shit is instrumental yeah
Started off with little if they think this shit was simple yeah
Had to lift it up
Pick it up
Had to get a plan
Had to switch it up
I’m just tryna be a better man
I be in a rush, for them hunneds gotta get em man
Even though I had to let her go I won’t forget her man
I could never hold her, ain't no more
But yet she still attached
All she see is money circulating like a ceiling fan
All I see is what I want from her and thats my only thought
I ain’t got the time to pick the pieces to a broken heart
You know all the time got my mind on my paper
No I ain’t no reverend, no I cannot save ya
You know I know better than to lie to you girl
You know I don’t need to tell no lies to you girl
You know all the time got my mind on my paper
No I ain’t no reverend, no I cannot save her
You know I know better than to lie to you girl
You know I don’t need to tell no lies to you girl
She gon ride wit a real one, real, real, real
Fall in the water
Water on water
Imma throw it up watch it fall make it thunder
Imma throw it up watch it fall make it thunder
Up watch it fall make it thunder
All this money falling she gon drown now she under
Throw it up watch it fall make it thunder
All this money falling now she’s drowning she under
Ayy, Van Gogh
Written by: D. Obeng, O. Jackson
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