MYA - Ridin' (Remix) lyrics

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This is (This is)

The remix (The remix)

Mya (Mya)

Trina (Trina)

Let's ride (Let's ride)

Come on

It's been five hours since you left here, boy

Said you'd be 'round the block

Had to make a stop

So I kept your dinner hot

Hot

Hot

And I been waitin' for you ever since

It's three in the mornin', yeah

Cause three turns into four

And four turns into five

Then six was around, what you tryin' to do

Baby, make me cry

I don't what I did

But I know what I'm gonna do

I'm gonna find you

I'm ridin', I'm ridin'

Past your mama's house

You got me ridin', I'm ridin'

Past your boy's house

You got me ridin', I'm ridin'

I'm ridin', tryin' to find you

Baby, you got me out here

Looking for you, right

I'm ridin', I'm ridin'

Past that bitches's house

You got me ridin', I'm ridin'

By all your ex's house

You got me ridin', I'm ridin'

I'm ridin', tryin' to find you

Baby, you got me out here

Looking for you, right

When you stepped to me

You had nothin'

But the shoes on your feet, and no place to sleep

So I let you lay your head on my pillow

You didn't have a dime, so I held you, fight your cryin'

It was just a waste of time

Then I played the fool for you

It's three in the mornin', yeah

It's not a weekend

Oh ho

Been ridin' all night, almost out of gas

Music turned off, prayin' that I don't crash

I was too damn good, you was tryin' to get dump

Flew planes on your crib, that's s'cuse what I've done

Sayin', "I'm sorry, " cooked you hot plates

You was thinkin' with ya feet, she catched you out late

Let you say "What, " no, don't say shit

Wanna bounce in here late, you can have that chick

Have these pictures, have these clothes

Bet, next time you see me, a whole new wardrobe

Got a little style

Got buckwild

Stop feeling yourself

Go ahead, take a bow

With some white-tee thug, let you meet TNG

You got our respect and famous, cause of me

Boy, you a trip, now watch what I do

From this point on, don't wanna see you (You bitch)

I was sippin' on Red Bull, so there ain't be no sleep tonight

Not gonna let you go

Oh no

Without a fight

See, you're the type to make, a girl gon' think she know ain't right

Five dollars of gas, and I'm drivin' fast

Where you at, where you at, where you at

It's three in the morning

It's four in the morning

It's five in the morning

Where you at, where you at, where you at

It's three in the morning

It's four in the morning

It's five in the morning

Where you at, where you at, where you at