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Just Ridin' By (Feat. Big Pokey, Lil Keke)

๐Ÿ‘ค Devin The Dude โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Soulful Distance โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 4:10
๐ŸŽต 3059 characters
โฑ๏ธ 4:10 duration
๐Ÿ†” ID: 28363183

๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

Door slowly opens, in walks Mr. Copeland
Coughin' and he's chokin' 'cause he's smokin' somethin' potent
Glidin' and he's floatin' like he do when he rap
Now he's sittin', sippin' brew with your boo in his lap
Sharp skirt and no panties, actin' so manish
Later on, take her home, naked, slow dancin'
Never romantic, Devin's so candid
Fuck 'em then he duck 'em, cold sandwich, no Grammy
But how can I expect 'em to give me an award
When I just jack my dick off and walk on the stage on hard?
Like a dirty old mane, I ain't servin' no 'caine
Couple of D-dubs, so I ain't swervin' no lanes
Just tryna get from A to B, see what I got
This D, now that's enough, I'm finished, get the F out
I just rock to the rhythm that just don't stop
Dick, clots in your mouth or your own cock

Just ridin' by
But there's a party inside, so I'm gon' slide in
I park my ride
I'm in and out with a gal, poke her, stroke her like a violin

Know it's pimpin' in the building when
I enter the door (Enter the door)
Feelin' like it's dรฉjร  vu like I been here before (Been here before)
Money over a ho, that's the code that I live by
See, mine gon' break bread and eat the dick like a ribeye (Yeah)
Roll me up a paper square and pour up a cup (Pour up a cup)
I got a eight of four on me, another
Four in my truck (Four in my truck)
She asked me was I cool, was I wantin' to stay?
She said, "I hope so because my homegirl on the way" (Ayy)
I like 'em when they nasty and they do what I say
It's like whatever, whenever, she gon' go through with the play
Now she walkin' 'round this bitch with no clothes on (Clothes on)
And her partner at the door, you know what's goin' on (Real talk)

Just ridin' by
But there's a party inside (That's right), so I'm gon' slide in
I park my ride (You know how we do this thing)
I'm in and out with a gal, poke her, stroke her like a violin

Smokin' on somethin' special and nice, fuck the price
Yes, it's manicured, rolled up tight and pullin' right (Right)
Scoop her and take a flight, I'm on a mission
It's pimpin', never simpin', that's the reason why she listen
Straight up out the kitchen, pussy hotter than a oven (Oven)
Fresh exotic flavors in my paper's what I'm lovin'
The green monster comin' (Comin')
Chiefin' with a youngin' (Youngin')
He full of that strong and later on, I do some plumbin'
Nice fat ass, I'm talkin' hips without a stomach
Oh, by the way, pass the tray so I can dump it
It's thick smoke in the car (Car), papers, no cigar ('Gar)
We blow a couple, turn us some corners and catch a bar
This shit come out the jar (Jar), I'm all about the bread (Bread)
She lickin' and strippin', I told her, "Baby, go ahead" (That's right)
'Cause pimpin' never scared (Never), you barkin' up my tree (Tree)
Smokin' on a forest, goin' hard as Don King, yeah

Just ridin' by
But there's a party inside, so I'm gon' slide in
I park my ride
I'm in and out with a gal, poke her, stroke her like a violin
Just ridin' by
But there's a party inside, so I'm gon' slide in
I park my ride
I'm in and out with a gal, poke her, stroke her like a violin

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