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Hot Chip I Ride You Ride We Ride

you ride, we ride, in my ride in my ride, we ride you ride, we ride, in my ride in my ride, we ride ooh ee ah... you ride, we ride, in my ride

you ride, we ride, in my ride in my ride, we ride you ride, we ride, in my ride in my ride, we ride ooh ee ah... you ride, we ride, in my ride

ride, we ride you ride, we ride, in my ride in my ride, we ride ooh ee ah... you ride, we ride, in my ride in my ride, we ride you ride, we ride

I'm Benji. You got a buzz right now, and I had a frenzy. Oh yeah, welcome to the fam... Fendi. You needa stop, you're not hot, you're a burning match

bar and drank out i'm straight out the players club, rockin' gators with leather gloves playin tough and showin ladies love i'm way above average, i know u love Paris, but we can ride

I'm tryin' to guide 'em to And yo I roll with them but I can ride with you (With you, with you, with you) It ain't my fault (Let's do it, let's do it) We

new Where do we go from here? Where do we go from here? (Take it all, you need me) Where we going from here niggas? I know where we going But where you

titles I shit on wrote Bibles, if you don't like me I don't like you I liable to load the rifle, hit the roof and snipe you The shit I spit damaging your

matter okay? Fuck what you say Nuttin' more nuttin' less, I'ma get it off my chest C.I., spit what I feel, regardless No matter what you ask me, I'm givin' you