Riding High
6:30PM on February 03, 2008
24 inch rims on his Buick
Boi I just dont see how you do it
Pull up on the side of me asking if I need a ride
But I dont fuck cars its about the nigga inside
Step out of the car in flip flops & a white tee
Got me wondering if those are really your keys
Tartar on his teeth and musty as hell
Deodorant is the word, does that ring a bell
Homeboy in the passenger, all his teeth gold
Smilin at me, I frown, so he already know
I say "im straight" and you call me a Bitch
That exactly why I wouldnt let you touch this shit
He get back in the car, turn the music up high
Shit rattling like can and he think that shit is Fye
I laugh that shit off and keep it movin
Until I seen this fine ass nigga in a smooth black car just crusin
Bumpin some cool ass Jagged Edge,
He got out the car and guess what he said
"Excuse me Miss Lady, I dont mean to be rude
I just seen you from my car and had to come talk to you"
His jeans fresh, shoes clean, and a nice button up
Shaped up from the shop and cologne had me stuck
I laughed out loud thinkin bout what just happened
Got in the car, he turned up the bass, dedicated the song to me, boomin "Shawty Snappin"
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