Yung La - Riding Around lyrics

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Yung La - Riding Around lyrics

[Produced By DJ Mustard] [Intro - Young Thug] Yung LA These Thugger Thuggers know I gotchu brodie I'm with you [Hook – Young Thug] Baby girl want a 12 play, shop a lot and get it on the stairway I don't want to f** I want that damn face Shouts to my brodie-ger on [?] I be riding round here with LA [x4] [Verse 1 - Yung La] Head band, gas, weed stuffed in my swisher Imma get your girl, drill her, hit her, then flip her After that, dismiss her I won't call her, call her, call her Look at all these chains on my collar, collar, collar Trap [?], like Mike Jordan fadeaway Moonwalk like MJ, Forgiato made wheels skate More money, more hoes, more clothes More shows, more chicks, more weed More flight, get piped, got molly on spite, more plain, more Gs [Hook] [Verse 2 - DK] Imma pull a Thugga stugga, LA, Leyland, Austin Pockets stuffed with stanking weed, creek, no Dawson Imma head pleasers, 3d, with scotty and scottys Look at my iPhone 5, missed call from Miley I be riding round with whatever lay I don't play with Thugga, hit you in your face f** around the car, had a Phantom bang Now I'm two stepping like a Cadillac DK, DK, DK, got a K, gon spray anyway DK geeked up, geeked up, can't see you through my shades [Hook] [Verse 3 – Young Thug] T H U G G E R-eh I'm gonna pull up on her and slaughter your daughter I'm gonna pull up in Bentley, and hop out and hop on martyr I'm gonna eat it, beat it, eat it, beat it, I'm smarter I just seen my dope come up out the baby's nose Aaliyah, Imma rock the baby's boat How can you take grammys of the Miley and don't smoke I think they're the reason you call me Lil Pacquiao No fish filet, I told lil mamacita I don't f** with fake She f** me too fast, I just call it race Imma turn to Christian like I'm f**ing Ma$e Blah! [Hook][x2]