Emilio Rojas - Ride Around Slow lyrics

rate me

I hear them talking and I love it,

But I let them keep they hate cause otherwise they stuck with nothing

But I’m not the one to fuck with, rolling round with suspects

And they looking everyday they not in cuffs, I guess it’s success

And I’m uptown around Amsterdam, where women kicking back

We all out to dinner, she don’t eat before she Instagram it

But I’m way to spanics, we ain’t pulling up in civics stow

We be getting long panameras like we pitching dope

And I used to live at home and now I’m out of my mama’s

And a bit of riding out with my partners,

And I’m going out of town with your finest

I ain’t bother with college, nah, I tried it out do mean shit

When you living like james dean, you don’t give a damn about a dean’s list

And I’m creeping round with them clean chicks

They don’t know the meaning of clean piss

They don’t ask how my week been

They only ask where the weed is

I’m living filthy till it kill me

And you can tell the judge the only thing I’m guilty of

Is being guilt free

[Hook]

We riding round slow, yeah, we riding round slow

Lil mama getting low up in the passenger seat

We riding round slow, yeah, we riding round slow

Got the windows with the tints cause we don’t wanna be seen

We riding round slow, yeah, we riding round slow

We leave the crib about 3, now that’s a fucking routine

Cause we don’t have a sleep, the city never sleep, nah

We’re too busy living our dreams

We riding round slow, yeah

Yeah, and the dudes around me are ruthless

They get stupid at the bar, they taking shots of those excuses

And she waking up like she moved in, we ain’t making no breakfast

Now we getting up and we sexing and we both are maxing the exit

My whole team is so reckless and they don’t care about love

Cause what the fuck is a witness, when you gonna tell them just what they saw

Our tattoos and identifies, uptown where they tantrum find

If they had they way, they’d probably be ok with that genocide

And my better side is my bad side

Better half is that bad bitch, spending money’s addictive

Every damn feed am I happy

My mother used to get mad and curse me out in broken Spanish

But now she running round saying conjo cause she’s ecstatic

And nothing matters but family, I don’t have friends

If you ain’t my brother, you nothing to me, you not sick

I’m living filthy till it kill me

And you can tell the judge the only thing I’m guilty of

Is being guilt free

[Hook]

We riding round slow, yeah, we riding round slow

Lil mama getting low up in the passenger seat

We riding round slow, yeah, we riding round slow

Got the windows with the tints cause we don’t wanna be seen

We riding round slow, yeah, we riding round slow

We leave the crib about 3, now that’s a fucking routine

Cause we don’t have a sleep, the city never sleep, nah

We’re too busy living our dreams

We riding round slow, yeah.