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Gold Daytonas Hundred spokes for my dawgs and my Locs, why? Ride with it on us You know we got it Yeah, gold Daytonas The motherfuckin' wheels Yeah, ride with it on us You ever seen a nigga get shot by the Staples Center? Next day you watchin’ Bron Bron with them staples in 'em (Lake Show) Yeah, came for the ruckus Head to toe, dipped in Supreme, I'm like a Cutlass Fuck it, let loose on niggas Spill my Goose on niggas, two tears in a bucket (Want all the smoke) Three-wheel motion in the Bentley truck See 12 and hold the Remy up (Fuck 12) Need at least a hundred thousand ’fore we go in clubs ('Fore we what?) 'Fore we pour them shots ('Fore we what?) 'Fore we throw them dubs West Side to New York, niggas show me love (Niggas know) Front row at the Grammys and they know we thugs Gold Daytonas Hundred spokes for my dawgs and my Locs, why? Yeah, ride with it on us Uh, what you know about it? Letras de cancionesGold Daytonas Hundred spokes for my dawgs and my Locs, why? Ride with it on us Ride Yeah Check my pocket, got a lot of hundreds And all my ladies got flat stomachs, uh At Saint Laurent when the shipment come in Shrimp fettuccini then hop back in the Benz (Uh) Got AMG on the seat covers, they love us Leimert Park to the Rucker, I'm with Chuck Get pressed for your Chucks Matte black on the truck Cuban link on tuck Ace of Spades in my cup, uh You wanna give me what I need, baby? My seat on recline while she suck on mine, uh Game told me, "Go 'head, switch the style up And if they hate, then let 'em hate Then they gon’ end up down one" Gold Daytonas Hundred spokes for my dawgs and my Locs, why? Ride with it on us Uh, you know we got it, nigga (Yeah), ayy Gold Daytonas Hundred spokes for my dawgs and my Locs, ayy Ride with it on us Ride, ride, ride, ride, aight, haha Ayy, dawg, West Side on these niggas Fuck bitches Ayy Fuck bitches Yeah From Letras Mania