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Ridin' through cedar grove

Windows down, got my seat sittin' low

Showin' out, doin' shit for show

Park my car in the hood, so you know I lock my door

Designer down surrounded by people in the poor

(I) like them hustler type niggas who grew up in the ghetto

He buy the weed, we get high as stiletto

Corner of Broadway and Flora

Pedestrians clutch they guns and they purses as they walking to store

26s on a caprice

Muscles cars and donks

Wife beater when he wear his Jesus piece

Please

That nigga ain't no good, he be with you and be with me

Probably had yo nigga and my nigga yellin' please

When he tell me to stop, I still don't cease

He grab my head while I do it, leave his fingers full of grease

Sis , you know that I do this shit with ease

Had yo nigga and my nigga curlin' toes yellin' "Brook please"

I

Be

From

The

Ratchet City, but I'm high sidity

Bitch

Don't

Fuck

With me

Know I'm pretty, but shit can get ugly

I

Be

From

The

Ratchet City, but I'm high sidity

Bitch

Don't

Fuck

With me

Know I'm pretty, but shit can get ugly

Got my white tips on,

Ridin' through the city, while I bump my own song

They honk they horn I flip em off, when I know I'm in the wrong

They not fuckin' up my day, they can't take me out my zone

Butterfly tattoo go with my daisy dukes and my thong

Making sure I look good, I keep my mirror and my comb

Got a condition I can't help, bad bitch syndrome

From the morning to the evening, I ain't ready to head home

I

Be

From

The

Ratchet City, but I'm high sidity

Bitch

Don't

Fuck

With me

Know I'm pretty, but shit can get ugly

I

Be

From

The

Ratchet City, but I'm high sidity

Bitch

Don't

Fuck

With me

Know I'm pretty, but shit can get ugly