A$AP Ant - Ridin Round Slow lyrics

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A$AP Ant - Ridin Round Slow lyrics

[Course] Ridin Round Slow...Ridin Round Slow...Ridin Round Slow...Ridin Ridin Slow [Verse 1: ASAP Ant] Sipping on tuss, talking slow You already know we druggy with hoes Rollin up blunts, counting up doe Gun on my lap, middle finger to the po Pop another bean it got me gone Margiela bu*ton up got me looking like a Don f** that blunt, come and hit this bong Crack that Patron, purple lean still in my cup White b**hes coking, slurring, thrown Everybody gone, Shrooms got me in-and-out the zone Ridin round slow is how we be, 4-4 co*ked on the side of me Yeah n***a I hold heat, give a p**y n***a cold feet Bumpin that Screw, Free Lil Boosie Out ridin round slow wit a bad a** ho f** around leave her with the kids, all in her mouth Got this b**h licking her fingers and tasting her self Top Floor, no bottom shelf Trill Rap, Bringing Lil Boosie Back Hit em with the chopper....Automac A$AP in the building, we ain't going back, n***a [Course] Ridin Round Slow...Ridin Round Slow...Ridin Round Slow...Ridin Ridin Slow [Verse 2: eMeX] Look hold up, Where my cups at? And my homie got the tree bout to puff that Too much lean for the seeds gotta cut back Lookin' on my seams, she can tell where the bucks at Can't get enough off that, Wait, Whats That? Purple Hearts Gang, A$AP on the Track When the barrel bang, know the name eMeX And your girl love the curls so my hats to the back n***as talk smack, Mack to your Adams Apple and its a wrap Get that, you don't get that? You going get that Click-Clack, try that lil homie better get back Y'all on dro but I never piff that But I sip all day when I spit that And its Stacks On Deck, but we bang mess wit that Riff Raff Hit it from the back til the chick get whip lash They say "how you get that?", this that exclusive Ridin Round Slow, wit the turned up music Windows rolled down, but im turned up to it Hit Debo up like "whats up lets do this" Hit Ant Up like "Whats up lets do it" They dont want beef like Ruth Cris Swear me and my homies get ruthless Tell em make ways for the new kids True sh**, but pa** my cup before I do this [Course] Ridin Round Slow...Ridin Round Slow...Ridin Round Slow...Ridin Ridin Slow

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