Motorcycle lyrics

by

Zaytoven


[Produced By: Zaytoven]

[Intro: 21 Savage]
Zaytoven
She gon' ride it like a motorcycle
She gon' ride it like a motorcycle
She gon' ride it like a motorcycle
She gon' ride it like a motorcycle
She gon' ride it like a motorcycle
She gon' ride it like a motorcycle

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
She gon' ride it like a motorcycle, throw it back, baby, recycle
b*tch, I'm bleeding like I'm on a cycle, I be leaning, baby, no NyQuil
And I can't stop it, keep going, baby, don't stop it
All my garments come from France, French kissing in France
Hundred-thousand stuffed in my pants, money piling up like ants
And I can't stop it, keep going, baby, don't stop it (21, 21, 21)

[Verse 1: 21 Savage]
I can't stop it, hundred-thousand stuffed in my pocket (In my pocket)
Pull up on a n*gga with a rocket, if I pull it out, then I'ma pop it
I call her bike life 'cause she ridin', non-stop it, eat the pus*y up and then a n*gga get it popping
Finger licking, good like shrimp and teriyaki (21)
VVS diamonds got my watch playing hockey (Yeah)
21 Savage, I get money like a Jew (What?), hundreds on me blue, hundreds on me blue
You know I'm a sl*t, I'll f*ck your crew
Yeah, I'm a dog like that, pull up in a 'Rari with the top dropped back (Skrrt)
Pull up on your block with the chop c*cked back (Bah)
Pew, pew, pew, make a n*gga walk back
1017, they need to bring the wop back (Yeah), when I get inside that pus*y, baby, I can't stop
I love it when I see them nipples through the crop top (Yeah)
Butt crack showing in them G-Star jeans
Make a n*gga wanna go and buy her a ring
She gon' turn a n*gga to a fiend (Yeah), she gon' make a n*gga kill the scene (Yeah)
She gon' hold my dope when I'm in need (Yeah), she gon' bail me out when I'm in need (21)
[Chorus: 21 Savage]
She gon' ride it like a motorcycle (Skrrt), throw it back, baby, recycle
b*tch, I'm bleeding like I'm on a cycle, I be leaning, baby, no NyQuil
And I can't stop it (Nah), keep going, baby, don't stop it (21, 21)
All my garments come from France, French kissing in France
Hundred-thousand stuffed in my pants (21), money piling up like ants
And I can't stop it (Nah), keep going, baby, don't stop it

[Verse 2: Dreezy]
Yeah
Put the money in the safe, you could beat it like a case
I've been waiting all day, so I could put it in your face
Been real with him from the start, know a lot of n*ggas sell out
Get up in the jam, you know who to call to bail out
Got a bad b*tch, know these n*ggas gon' hate
Can't stop getting money, b*tch, I don't got brakes
If a n*gga 'bout his bread, it be getting to his head
He be running from the feds, left a lot of n*ggas dead
Ain't enough kush, he be rolling like dice
Show him who the business now he wanna throw the rights
He'll pay for it if I gave him a price, f*ck around with my type, boy, you know you ain't right
I'm knowing your b*tch ain't had sh*t
It's Dreezy and 21 Savage
Yeah, million dollar, n*gga, blow the money like a whistle
Take me where I wanna order steak up off the menu
Hard head n*gga, know he gripping on a pistol, if you buy me a ring, we can make this sh*t official
f*cking with me harder than your n*ggas, power couple, yeah, we all up on a mission
I know when you gotta handle business, you know I'ma be here waiting for you when you finish
Let's get it
[Chorus: 21 Savage]
She gon' ride it like a motorcycle (Skrrt), throw it back, baby, recycle (Throw it back)
b*tch, I'm bleeding like I'm on a cycle, I be leaning, baby, no NyQuil
And I can't stop it (Nah), keep going, baby, don't stop it (21, 21)
All my garments come from France (Come from France), French kissing in France (Mwah)
Hundred-thousand stuffed in my pants (21), money piling up like ants (21)
And I can't stop it (Nah), keep going, baby, don't stop it
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