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[Intro:] This shit right here is strictly for my n*ggas ridin' down Glenwood. (DJ Scream. Hood rich beeotch.) My n*ggas on Mooreland Ave. Boulder Cris. You got six 12's in the trunk n*gga this shit for you. Let's go. (Hood rich hoe) [Chorus:] Well baby girl was lookin' at my ride So I guess I'm a have to put her up inside She was with you first now she's sittin' by my side This is what happens every time I drive by When I'm in that double bubble They give me double bubble When I'm in that double bubble They give me double bubble Yeah [Verse:] They see my whip and be like, "That's a mean motherf*cker" Smothered in cream, make her melt like butter But I don't speak, I throw up the Eastside that mean "What up? " Come in LZ, so put your system on 'Shut Up' I hit the scene, real clean like scrub dum dum They can't compete, they speakers bust the f*ck My kick got beat, they kicks be scuffed up They beat, just fluff fluff They weak and scrubbed up They be like, "Who that is? Can you turn that down? " Cause they say I got too many 15's in my ride And the Alpine is vibratin' they booty, chest and thighs So girls be gettin' juicy wet when they get inside [Chorus:] Well, baby girl was lookin' at my ride So I guess I'm a have to put her up inside She was with you first now she's sittin' by my side This is what happens every time I drive by When I'm in that double bubble They give me double bubble When I'm in that double bubble They give me double bubble Yeah |