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Ridin’ Dirty - Paul Wall (Ft. Trey Songz)
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Ridin’ Dirty - Paul Wall (Ft. Trey Songz)
[Intro: Paul Wall]
Yuh, know what I'm talkin' 'bout
We over here in the grid iron, three in the mornin'
This song here is dedicated to all them boys that put it down before us
The foundation, know what I'm talkin' 'bout

[Hook: Trey Songz]
Pimpin' hoes, slammin' Cadillac doors
Shawty, understand this is how we roll
Parkin' lot pimpin' on 4's
VA to H-Town, yeah you already know
Choppin' on blades so amazin'
Look at them boy's teeth, that's crazy
The lean and the weed got us lazy
Yellow boppers is boppin' but you already know

[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
I'm comin' straight out of the South, with my nuts in my hand
It's the SwishaHouse, the third coast, the state of Texas, that's my land
Who's the man that's in demand? It's Paul Wall baby yeah that's me
I put it down on that Gov Bang, but now I reside on that South Lee
And I'm hustlin', on the grind, seventy two, I was straight
No time to eat or sleep, I'm stackin' licks that just won't wait
I'm campaignin' for a new Benz, on the rims with bubble lens
So I'm stackin' every dollar I see, hundreds, fifties, twenties and tens
Doors open and doors close, never sweat hoes, players get chose
Hustle and flow, cars close, that's the player life that I know
Roll the dank up, where's the 'dro, pour the drank up, where's the fo'
Stackin' money all on the low and we still ridin' dirty, pimpin'
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