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Riding On Empty (Explicit) - Jim Jones/Mel Matrix/Sen City
Uh blunt smoke and bad table manners
Ina room with gun toaters with some flagent grammar
Speedy cars dark tents with a razor scanner
The inside is red swaid like the slay from santa
Uh got killers feel with anticipation
Say your mind body and soul on a trip to Satan
To conspire get your time for affiliation
You ain't getting money time is what you're really wasting
And they say a great mind is what can heal a nation
Do the mathematics my lifetime's a real equation
Three b**ches one trap with the roof detached
And you niggas so smart now do the route to that
And we're super strapped and we shooting back
I got troopers that pack medal like rick rooven black
Say if you can count your money you ain't got enough
Seats recliners p**sy minds what 'em bottoms up
'Till the death of us it's money over b**ches
Leave the tags on the glass we styling on these niggas
Riding on empty you niggas riding on empty
Riding on empty you niggers riding on empty
When it comes to me
Niggers riding on empty riding on empty
You niggers riding on empty when it comes to me
Die to the R you don't pose a threat naw
We all hot headed push that braze sh*t nine three
Stunting on these niggers 'till they sick of me what
And all my waist line is where the blicker be strapped
In the aston four door so we marvin on you niggas like resawar dogs birdgang
Sliding out the club about three or four whores
There all getting pretty all three or four stales eat me up
You know my habits money guns and skeezers
My lil homie trigger happy nicknamed him squeezer
we're screaming Bs up
And with the
of a lifer
Situation real knock the baby out the dipper
Say if you can count your money you ain't got enough
See
what 'em bottoms up
'Till the devils has hi money over b**ches
Read the tags on the glass we're
on these niggers
Riding on empty you niggers riding on empty
Riding on empty you niggers riding on empty
Niggers riding on empty riding on empty
