King Louie - Ambitions As A Rider lyrics
[King Louie - Ambitions As A Rider lyrics]
All white got me feelin' anotha way
My lady vague, callin' me the cake anime
A lil weight, I don't think of anotha way
They keep them thoughts
Tryna keep on with Bobby Dre
Before you think of niggas you
Betta reap the niggas them real niggas
We knew who was gon' be the niggas
Gran style
Who knew friends gon' be the killas?
And she feenin' in her blood
And I feel the dealer
Got that butter pussy don't
No-one want to serve
Smokin' dope with niggas that
Got away with murda
Free Hisalou, my nigga, like way the murda
Cuddle up on area, pull up on murda
I just made 10k on my iPhone
Pullin' out some goofy
Check it then I'm gone
Think of the mo', three flesh
Then I'm gone right from the shower
What I cite is an alibi
Shoot at me, bitch thinkin' you gotta die
I heard these niggas get rich
Off of lotta lies and they ain't since I
Was my daughter's size
I get ambition when I look
In my daughter's eyes
Whoever knew I had a seat
At the Harlem trials
Just last year I lost respect
For a lotta guys
These niggas hitch on they shows
Actin' like they wid it
Chicky 4 shit, look at the stow shit
Get toast and nobody got smoke shit
Could be me cause with me
They will blow quick
Even the hills say I got
The new chiba's peach should be in jail
It's a crime that I kill these beasts
This is for the folks gettin' pissed
That I kill the streets
I got new weapons and I move for the enemy
I thought the doll
Gettin' dollas the remedy
Thought, more money
More pro'lems is killin' me ah
My lady vague, callin' me the cake anime
A lil weight, I don't think of anotha way
They keep them thoughts
Tryna keep on with Bobby Dre
Before you think of niggas you
Betta reap the niggas them real niggas
We knew who was gon' be the niggas
Gran style
Who knew friends gon' be the killas?
And she feenin' in her blood
And I feel the dealer
Got that butter pussy don't
No-one want to serve
Smokin' dope with niggas that
Got away with murda
Free Hisalou, my nigga, like way the murda
Cuddle up on area, pull up on murda
I just made 10k on my iPhone
Pullin' out some goofy
Check it then I'm gone
Think of the mo', three flesh
Then I'm gone right from the shower
What I cite is an alibi
Shoot at me, bitch thinkin' you gotta die
I heard these niggas get rich
Off of lotta lies and they ain't since I
Was my daughter's size
I get ambition when I look
In my daughter's eyes
Whoever knew I had a seat
At the Harlem trials
Just last year I lost respect
For a lotta guys
These niggas hitch on they shows
Actin' like they wid it
Chicky 4 shit, look at the stow shit
Get toast and nobody got smoke shit
Could be me cause with me
They will blow quick
Even the hills say I got
The new chiba's peach should be in jail
It's a crime that I kill these beasts
This is for the folks gettin' pissed
That I kill the streets
I got new weapons and I move for the enemy
I thought the doll
Gettin' dollas the remedy
Thought, more money
More pro'lems is killin' me ah