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Hey, look
I'ma show y'all how to get your hustle on with this music, man
And you can come, too
Just get your mind right, you know?
Come-come baby, ride with us, be fly with us
Come-come baby, slide with us, flee, glide with us
Come-come baby, ride with us, be fly with us
Come-come baby, slide with us, flee, glide with us
Now, this my first time on a beat like this
Plus my first time with a treat like this
A treat with no trick that make me sick
Throw her on a plane, leave her walking in a minute
Now, if you do go, come ride with Chulo
And we can get dough, get dough like a cholo
Purp's what I blow, though, headed to the show
No dark in my cup, now that's a no-no
Can you gig like a go-go dancer?
I'm in the car checking out the buttons on her pants, tough
Cassandra, but you black with all that back
You must be mixing something with a name like that
Her partner in the back react like Chinese
You sure? 'Cause she got a look like she from Baileys
We puffing on bay leaves, it's funny how things lead
From one to another, now we in here, you know what I mean?
Come-come baby, ride with us, be fly with us
Come-come baby, slide with us, flee, glide with us
Come-come baby, ride with us, be fly with us
Come-come baby, slide with us, flee, glide with us
I strike quick, hit the track like a wick
What's that scent up in the air? Nutmeg and Bisquick
You know I love that sweet shit, 'specially when it come to chicks
And that purple planet bush that'll give it an extra kick (Yeah)
She bounce quick, sip and dip on the tip
I'm loving the curves and style, she be handling a bit
And the way she lick her lips when she want lil' daddy
Make me wanna bite my tongue, lay her down in the Caddy
Extra swagger for panties, she love to call me daddy
A whole lotta touching and rubbing with rubber paddings
She stacked like Patty, buff in the body panties
And the way they ride on her make a nigga wanna grab it
A piece of candy, not your baby mama Sandy
A solid cop out, not that old trout mouth
And I love the sex route, I'm putting town in her blouse
I put it in, because she like it in her mouth
Come-come baby, ride with us, be fly with us
Come-come baby, slide with us, flee, glide with us
Come-come baby, ride with us, be fly with us
Come-come baby, slide with us, flee, glide with us
Now I'm back up for another bat
Took off the jim hat and flushed it down the hatch
Girl, that was a catch, but I had to throw her back
Why? 'Cause her mind wasn't right for the bat
She was all about games, I'm into money, mane
And part-time hobby is I love getting brains
But that's a sometimes thing, see, headed in a circle
All the chickens say I'm stupid when a nigga do the Urkel
I flow like Squirtle, keep it tucked like a turtle
Word on the street, you snitching, keep my hand in the burner
See, I love you, but don't need you, and the wheels keep turning
As my hustle steady growing, 'cause a nigga steady learning
Think about the groupies now, and the ones still turning
In the future, y'all be burning, so I grab 'em while I can
Yeah, in and out, man, like a surgeon
When I find my main chick, I'll let you know, man
Come-come baby, ride with us, be fly with us
Come-come baby, slide with us, flee, glide with us
Come-come baby, ride with us, be fly with us
Come-come baby, slide with us, flee, glide with us
Come on, baby
Jump on in, come ride with us
And we'll show you how fly it can be
You'll see
Shit, you might even be my main
The party's still open



Writer(s): Prince Rogers Nelson Copyright: Npg Publishing, Back 2 Da Future Music



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