Choo Jackson

Choo Jackson - Bikes lyrics

rate me

Back when I was a younging, you couldn’t tell me nothing

I was down in florida with some niggas that was thugging

But I was on my skateboard riding, looking chubby

Looking for them diddies, tryina get right into something

But nothing really showed up cause niggas wasn’t old enough

But them hoes never found ol niggas that was cold as us

Riding in that old chevy look like haloween son, october

I and I like the redos, cause I keep them chips all on my shoulders

Boulders on my mind and these hoes tryina grind

I done said the same things a hundred million times

And you niggas steady listening, and my chain is glistening

Walked up in that bitch they like oh my god it’s him again

Oh my god it’s him again

He bought a pair of jordans, did you see him when he sport em?

Damn he look so gorgeous,

Riding on this track you can say that I’ve been horsing

And these girls be tryina fuck and I ain’t even gotta force em

[Hook]

I’m riding, finessin, sliding through your section

Niggas hating on me cause the signs of agression

And with these babies I don’t show em no affection

Did you see my necklace? Hold up, hold up, flexin

I’m riding, finessing, now a nigga flexin

I’m riding, finessing, now a nigga flexin

I’m riding, finessing, now a nigga flexin

We ain’t tryina gt bang, don’t sip no drank

Lessons to 11, give a fuck what you thank

Getting money in the bank, bank

Hold up bitch just thank, thank

If you shut that wrong, probably you can get a bang

I’ma hit bradley, he said he got some music

And I’m about to go and do it, cause I’m nike

And I’ma keep on doin what I’m doin, hey

Everything pursuin, I just laugh at them niggas that don’t like me

Fuck cause it’s kinda exciting, when I see they faces crunch up

And now these hoes wanna chill so they wanna bunch up

I proke in a whip, bitch just take a sip bitch

After you do that I guarantee we gonn dip, ah!

[Hook]

I’m riding, finessin, sliding through your section

Niggas hating on me cause the signs of agression

And with these babies I don’t show em no affection

Did you see my necklace? Hold up, hold up, flexin

I’m riding, finessing, now a nigga flexin

I’m riding, finessing, now a nigga flexin

I’m riding, finessing, now a nigga flexin.

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