Ride Around Shining - Main Version - Explicit 歌词
| 歌曲 | Ride Around Shining - Main Version - Explicit |
| 歌手 | Clipse |
| 专辑 | Hell Hath No Fury |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : East, Thornton, Thornton ... | |
| All I want to do is ride around shining while | |
| I can afford it | |
| Plenty ice on my neck so | |
| I don't get nausious | |
| Float around in the greatest of | |
| Porsches Feel like a chuck wagon cause | |
| I'm on twelve horses | |
| And the three behind mine they be the click | |
| So much ice in they | |
| Rollies, the shit don't tick man | |
| Winter through the summer (whaaat) care less what it cost me | |
| While I'm shovelin the snow man call me frosty lova [Pusha T] | |
| This for the 100,000 dollar kitty | |
| German drivers | |
| With big rims and low-pro tires | |
| ****in' with college bitches with innocent looks like | |
| Mya Corrupt they mind, turn 'em to liars | |
| I groom 'em well | |
| Dior whore, | |
| Christian | |
| Lacroix Keep guns stashed under the floor board | |
| Enough to start world war | |
| Paradise in reaches, home next to beaches | |
| Hair pressed, blowin' in the wind, shit 'bout long as | |
| Jesus I still leave speech for | |
| Gospel, so match this | |
| Pusha push | |
| Don P keys with these sounds of crackness | |
| The black | |
| Martha Stuart, let me show you how to do it | |
| Break down pies to pieces, make cocaine quiches | |
| Money piles high as my nieces | |
| Hefty bags full of cash, cars full of ass | |
| Rolex presidential, bitch, feel the glass [Chorus] [AB Liva] | |
| It's that luck that astounds | |
| Life's a circus | |
| I parade the sick through these clowns | |
| The crown is vacant | |
| I'm takin' the proper steps | |
| I'm takin' them poppa steps | |
| They prayin' for my downfall | |
| Is it the bling, the king, conquistador | |
| That my jeweler made the face blush on the | |
| Frank Mueller | |
| The R shape peculiar, it's awesome, layin' over dark skin | |
| Lookin' like arson when | |
| I park in the left, it's constant | |
| Minute hand is like | |
| Parkinson's | |
| You a fish for the sharks to swim | |
| In that opaque linen with the | |
| R colored stitchin' | |
| V12 on a Modena you can see the pistons | |
| HRE's on it, | |
| Mommy see it glisten | |
| When I make (Oliver Twist) like | |
| Dickens It's feelin' like parts is missin' | |
| Tops don't push soul | |
| Got it drive it like pole positions 'til my soul's risen [Chorus] [Malice] | |
| Welcome to the world of | |
| Rollies VS diamonds and that 50,000 dollar show piece | |
| Got me shinin' | |
| First nigga holla show me | |
| Let that 9mm turn a fella ghostly | |
| Hell, I'll even grant amnesty to those who owe me | |
| You ****in' faggot | |
| You need to raise your glass and toast me | |
| Niggaz can't figure the format for hustler criteria | |
| Not chrome, grown rims with stallion insignia | |
| Listen youngin', you've only just begun | |
| You'll understand when you're older | |
| Said father to the son | |
| Who would've thought such riches stem from ill rhymes? | |
| Canary yellow diamonds size of yield signs, slow down | |
| And procede with caution | |
| Carousal of horses with dual-exhaustion | |
| Fess up, youngin' you'll always be next up | |
| Go against | |
| I, forever play catch up nigga [Chorus] |
| zuo qu : East, Thornton, Thornton ... | |
| All I want to do is ride around shining while | |
| I can afford it | |
| Plenty ice on my neck so | |
| I don' t get nausious | |
| Float around in the greatest of | |
| Porsches Feel like a chuck wagon cause | |
| I' m on twelve horses | |
| And the three behind mine they be the click | |
| So much ice in they | |
| Rollies, the shit don' t tick man | |
| Winter through the summer whaaat care less what it cost me | |
| While I' m shovelin the snow man call me frosty lova Pusha T | |
| This for the 100, 000 dollar kitty | |
| German drivers | |
| With big rims and lowpro tires | |
| in' with college bitches with innocent looks like | |
| Mya Corrupt they mind, turn ' em to liars | |
| I groom ' em well | |
| Dior whore, | |
| Christian | |
| Lacroix Keep guns stashed under the floor board | |
| Enough to start world war | |
| Paradise in reaches, home next to beaches | |
| Hair pressed, blowin' in the wind, shit ' bout long as | |
| Jesus I still leave speech for | |
| Gospel, so match this | |
| Pusha push | |
| Don P keys with these sounds of crackness | |
| The black | |
| Martha Stuart, let me show you how to do it | |
| Break down pies to pieces, make cocaine quiches | |
| Money piles high as my nieces | |
| Hefty bags full of cash, cars full of ass | |
| Rolex presidential, bitch, feel the glass Chorus AB Liva | |
| It' s that luck that astounds | |
| Life' s a circus | |
| I parade the sick through these clowns | |
| The crown is vacant | |
| I' m takin' the proper steps | |
| I' m takin' them poppa steps | |
| They prayin' for my downfall | |
| Is it the bling, the king, conquistador | |
| That my jeweler made the face blush on the | |
| Frank Mueller | |
| The R shape peculiar, it' s awesome, layin' over dark skin | |
| Lookin' like arson when | |
| I park in the left, it' s constant | |
| Minute hand is like | |
| Parkinson' s | |
| You a fish for the sharks to swim | |
| In that opaque linen with the | |
| R colored stitchin' | |
| V12 on a Modena you can see the pistons | |
| HRE' s on it, | |
| Mommy see it glisten | |
| When I make Oliver Twist like | |
| Dickens It' s feelin' like parts is missin' | |
| Tops don' t push soul | |
| Got it drive it like pole positions ' til my soul' s risen Chorus Malice | |
| Welcome to the world of | |
| Rollies VS diamonds and that 50, 000 dollar show piece | |
| Got me shinin' | |
| First nigga holla show me | |
| Let that 9mm turn a fella ghostly | |
| Hell, I' ll even grant amnesty to those who owe me | |
| You in' faggot | |
| You need to raise your glass and toast me | |
| Niggaz can' t figure the format for hustler criteria | |
| Not chrome, grown rims with stallion insignia | |
| Listen youngin', you' ve only just begun | |
| You' ll understand when you' re older | |
| Said father to the son | |
| Who would' ve thought such riches stem from ill rhymes? | |
| Canary yellow diamonds size of yield signs, slow down | |
| And procede with caution | |
| Carousal of horses with dualexhaustion | |
| Fess up, youngin' you' ll always be next up | |
| Go against | |
| I, forever play catch up nigga Chorus |
| zuò qǔ : East, Thornton, Thornton ... | |
| All I want to do is ride around shining while | |
| I can afford it | |
| Plenty ice on my neck so | |
| I don' t get nausious | |
| Float around in the greatest of | |
| Porsches Feel like a chuck wagon cause | |
| I' m on twelve horses | |
| And the three behind mine they be the click | |
| So much ice in they | |
| Rollies, the shit don' t tick man | |
| Winter through the summer whaaat care less what it cost me | |
| While I' m shovelin the snow man call me frosty lova Pusha T | |
| This for the 100, 000 dollar kitty | |
| German drivers | |
| With big rims and lowpro tires | |
| in' with college bitches with innocent looks like | |
| Mya Corrupt they mind, turn ' em to liars | |
| I groom ' em well | |
| Dior whore, | |
| Christian | |
| Lacroix Keep guns stashed under the floor board | |
| Enough to start world war | |
| Paradise in reaches, home next to beaches | |
| Hair pressed, blowin' in the wind, shit ' bout long as | |
| Jesus I still leave speech for | |
| Gospel, so match this | |
| Pusha push | |
| Don P keys with these sounds of crackness | |
| The black | |
| Martha Stuart, let me show you how to do it | |
| Break down pies to pieces, make cocaine quiches | |
| Money piles high as my nieces | |
| Hefty bags full of cash, cars full of ass | |
| Rolex presidential, bitch, feel the glass Chorus AB Liva | |
| It' s that luck that astounds | |
| Life' s a circus | |
| I parade the sick through these clowns | |
| The crown is vacant | |
| I' m takin' the proper steps | |
| I' m takin' them poppa steps | |
| They prayin' for my downfall | |
| Is it the bling, the king, conquistador | |
| That my jeweler made the face blush on the | |
| Frank Mueller | |
| The R shape peculiar, it' s awesome, layin' over dark skin | |
| Lookin' like arson when | |
| I park in the left, it' s constant | |
| Minute hand is like | |
| Parkinson' s | |
| You a fish for the sharks to swim | |
| In that opaque linen with the | |
| R colored stitchin' | |
| V12 on a Modena you can see the pistons | |
| HRE' s on it, | |
| Mommy see it glisten | |
| When I make Oliver Twist like | |
| Dickens It' s feelin' like parts is missin' | |
| Tops don' t push soul | |
| Got it drive it like pole positions ' til my soul' s risen Chorus Malice | |
| Welcome to the world of | |
| Rollies VS diamonds and that 50, 000 dollar show piece | |
| Got me shinin' | |
| First nigga holla show me | |
| Let that 9mm turn a fella ghostly | |
| Hell, I' ll even grant amnesty to those who owe me | |
| You in' faggot | |
| You need to raise your glass and toast me | |
| Niggaz can' t figure the format for hustler criteria | |
| Not chrome, grown rims with stallion insignia | |
| Listen youngin', you' ve only just begun | |
| You' ll understand when you' re older | |
| Said father to the son | |
| Who would' ve thought such riches stem from ill rhymes? | |
| Canary yellow diamonds size of yield signs, slow down | |
| And procede with caution | |
| Carousal of horses with dualexhaustion | |
| Fess up, youngin' you' ll always be next up | |
| Go against | |
| I, forever play catch up nigga Chorus |
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