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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeFIELD TRIP (With Ty Dolla $ign, Don Toliver, Playboi Carti, Kodak Black)
This ain't cheddar, this quicheGot a bitch to ride a bikeRide a circus on my bike (Whoa-whoa)Doin' this syrup to circulateFuck her just to make her lateDo it just to rock her lifeTake it just to rock her lifeCall her just to rock her lifeRide it just like I ride my bikeTake her on a field tripTake her on a ride (Schyeah)Take her on a trip (Schyeah)Take her out her houseUh, I'm spittin' out venomThe baby not real, it's not in 'emSend 'em a letter, I kill 'emClose that boy door, we dismissed himI done got too high, just a littleAnd I'm out my mind, just a littleRed Lambo', red SkittlesDouble O-5, we criminalI ain't buy the yacht, bought the missileTape on the gun, can't miss 'emTape on itShake on it, shake on itUh, shawty keep fuckin' my bonesMovin' too fast, 'bout to break somethin'Shawty keep hidin' my phoneKeep doin' that, I'ma break somethin'Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na, break somethin'Got a bitch to ride a bikeRide a circus on my bike (Whoa-whoa)Doin' this syrup to circulate (Hold up)Fuck her just to make her late (Hold up)Do it just to rock her life (Hold up, hold up)Take it just to rock her life (Hold up, hold up)Call her just to rock her life (Hold up)Ride it just like I ride my bike (Hold up, uh-uh)Take her on a field trip (Uh-uh)Take her on a ride (Uh-uh)Take her on a trip (Uh-uh)Take her out her house (Huh)Whippin' that Benz like a rentalTwo hundred cash, my bitch say I'm mentalMedical plans, I'm all in her dentalWe like a dog, I'm fresh out the kennelNiggas say, "Gas", they rollin' up fennelAin't on my level, lil' bitch, don't reachAlways hollerin' 'bout you rich, we richeThis ain't no regular cheddar, this quicheYou ain't outside, I wish it was different (Uh-uh, uh-uh)You ain't outside, I wish it was different (Uh-uh, uh-uh)I'm draggin' my nuts, got my dick out in the dirtPut it right in her butt, got her twerkin' in TurksThat my lil' bitch, she gon' listen to DurkIn the trenches with her feelin' uncomfortableI was crushin' on you, now I'm fuckin' on youSteady bussin' on you, now you love meHaters gon' say you can just want my lil' paperBut who wouldn't want a nigga with some money?Dick in her stomach, I make her a bunnyThat foreign imported from Saudi ArabiaLike how you riding the dick like a gangsterFor Yeezy you can turn my dealer to an angelMy name just shoulda been Ty'Cause Dolla $ign, give will do itGot my bitch high as shit, she out of her mindBae on the trip, I done took her to Six FlagsGot a bitch to ride a bikeRide a circus on my bike (Whoa-whoa)Doin' this syrup to circulateFuck her just to make her lateDo it just to rock her lifeTake it just to rock her lifeCall her just to rock her lifeRide it just like ridin' my bikeTake her on a field tripTake her on a ride (Schyeah)Take her on a tripTake her out her house
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