Letra de Ridin’ (Born Sinner) - Playboi Carti

(What?)

(What? What?)

Yeah, and I put this on Onyx, I'm gon' ride for one (Yeah, ride, ride)

Homixide, Homixide, Homixide (Yeah)

I already took my shirt off, hold up, yeah (Yeah, what? What?)

I'm ridin' with the windows down, yeah (Yeah, uh, yeah, what?)

Lord, can you please give me a break? (Lord, yeah)

Lord, can you spare me? (Okay)

Lord, can you spare me? Yeah

Lord, can you spare me?

Uh, tattoos on my motherfucking body

Uh, I can't fuck with no-fucking-body

Uh, popped the trunk, you know I grab the shotty

Uh, uh, you know I got it, uh

Diamonds all in my cuffs

Too many racks, they make me look buff, yeah

I'm in the trap, she playin' my stuff, yeah

Can't talk to the bitch, she like to get rough, yeah

I walk with the wolves

Yeah, we got them tools, I'm making a move

Put the bag on your head, hold up, boy you gon' lose, ooh

On the flip side, we ain't really had shit

Went our game up, and now we finally rich

Got a whole lotta shit, we was tossing them bricks, uh, yeah

I was busting those 'scrips, yeah, yeah

50K on the bitch

Yeah, let's go

I already took my shirt off, hold up, yeah (Yeah, ho', took my shirt off)

I'm ridin' with the windows down (What?), yeah (Yeah, let's go, yeah)

(What, jump out, yeah)

Lord, can you please give me a break? (Give me a break, yeah)

Lord, can you spare me? (Okay)

Lord, can you spare me? Yeah

Lord, can you spare me?

Niggas talking 'bout pressure

50K on my dresser

Give that shit to a young boy, do this shit on the regular

Nigga give a fuck 'bout nun'

Fuck acting tough, bitch we really rough

Got a whole lotta guns, yeah, yeah

Steal you out your funds

Made it out the mud, yeah, now we having fun

Whole lotta motherfucking bitches in here, we ain't hating no one, uh

Whole lotta bitches in here, they gon' fuck on something, okay

All this money on me, you know I gotta place my bets, okay

All this money I'm countin', I got a paper cut, yeah

Ooh, I'm really up, I'm really up, yeah

I'm so up-up-up, bitch, I think I'm really stuck, yeah

You can't fuck with us, yeah, we really cut shit, yeah

In the Front's, yeah, we pop it up right here, bitch, let's go

Uh, jump out the window, you feeling this shit

Jump out the window, you feeling this shit

Ready the bitch, we ready to hit

Yeah, we ready for shit

Niggas ain't really wi—, yeah

We ready for shit

Niggas ain't really with the bricks, yeah

Ride

Homixide, Homixide, Homixide

Yeah, yeah

I already took my shirt off, hold up, yeah (Yeah, what? what?)

I'm ridin' with the windows down, yeah (What? Yeah, yeah)

Lord, can you please give me a break? (Lord, Lord, yeah)

Lord, can you spare me? (Okay)

Lord, can you spare me? Yeah

Lord, can you spare me?

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