paroles de chanson Riding in My Whip - Troy Ave

Everything you want thanks for the drink,
Everything you gonna hear the paper flickering, i wrote this in jail.
Im back thought you heard!
Couldnt wait to get back, couldnt wait to get back, get in my V and pull the fuck off
Tried to hold a nigga ransom, money to long you heard.
Real street nigga, talking bout the real streets.
All my V dropped from the Foreigns to the jeeps.
Let the sunshine in thank you lord "beep, beep"
Hotboy troy headin out to a freak and she pull up i get the workout without pullups, my son almost 2 im getting money for his pullups.
Using left overs for a house and rangerover.
Bought my babymoms her firsy one now that thang over.
Waiting for this damn case to be the same thang, everyday i think about my homie "
Bang,
Bang"
Lemon pepper wings soon as i get out of jail, gotta buy a new phone cuz police kept my cell.
And my jewerly, but a nigga gettin all new ice, BSB chains big rings boss up your life.
Married to the game but still im fucking yo wife, you been hating so a
Pussy for revenge sounds real nice
Ridin in my whip all my paper work legit, im official nigga you officially be riding dick.
Up in rush hour traffic and i aint in a rush though, cus these bitchs gotta wait and this dutch burns slow.
Riding in my whip all my paper work legit im official nigga you be officially be riding dick, up in rush hour traffic i aint in a rush though, cus these bitches gotta wait and this dutch burns slow.
When i was young i always wanted to growup and get gwap, couldnt make this type of break as a fireman or a cop.
To much student loans to because a lawyer or a doc.
I aint into owing, paid for all my kilos on the spot.
Got a cool little chick who smuggle bricks staight pass, real pretty but was skinny till i bought that bitch a ass.
Cant no body say i aint give back to the community, gotta look at people strange who say they aint feeling me.
Im a living legend out the city yall stand tall, if you from the hood though know i reprsent you all.
I got love for every coast, and every nigga tryin to make it, i got questions for ones that us move and they hate it.
Why you mad HUH, why you mad mothafucka, imma start acting funny style like im chris tucker.
Up in rush hour traffic, i aint in a rush though, cus these bitches gotta wait and this dutch burns slow
Riding in my whip all my paper work legit, im official nigga you officially be riding dick.
I went about it the right way, humble and you left out, i been said you cant have your hand and your chest out.
I remember feeling good when my coke was freah out, but when they called and i aint have no more i was stressed out.
I put 2 in every 10 that way it streched out, 1, 200.
Every thousand clear any dept out, DAMN!

Making press like a mothafucka, real hustlas you know put miami ice in that thing take you a long way...
POWDER!!"