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B. Griff & O.G. Soul - Montecristo (Just Ride) Thanks for listening! Follow B. Griff on Spotify and give a like if you get a chance. Link right below. 👇 🙏 https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0KY... More great content on the way. Please like, comment, share and subscribe if you get a chance! 🙏🏿🖤 Follow B. Griff: Instagram.com/iambgriff Lyrics: Hey Bad bitches, yeah, I got ‘em mad lit She moaning in the background Yeah, I got her adlibbing Could you imagine? Me Without no bad women? ‘Magine if the Beatles never had Lennon (ha) Or jeans ain’t have denim Fast lane living Getting mad lit This shit is magic Got three bitches, shit a hat trick And, one a actress The other know I ball just like a Maverick The other one a say she wanna do my taxes I had to cut her off Though, her doing was butter soft Now, I’m calling up her mother Day she wanna come and talk She got lumps, she want a stunter Her “pedigree” is cold as Hunter’s That’s Triple H She ate me like a dinner Then, I skate Ironic, ‘cause her daughter is a cook seen her again at eight Again, she ate And, then, I beat it time to initiate I dip again, I had hit her friend she slip in that penny to show that body A novel hottie Hop in Bugatti, and we Ride, push that bullshit to the side She just wanna fuck me I could see it in her eyes So, toot it up, shorty make that body roll The night’s still young, shorty, make that body go Just ride Push that bullshit to the side (Side!) She just wanna fuck me I could see it in her eyes (yeah) So, toot it up, shorty make that body roll The night’s still young, shorty, make that body go Go, go, go, go, it’s a vibe Shorty mad lit, you could see it in her eyes She play her position, she could see it I’m the prize She a trophy? Then, I’m Kobe Euro-stepping, like Ginobli I just get her to the spot, and let her eat me like a hoagie Niggas phony, how you say you up to par while shooting bogeys? Niggas said they want smoke? I’m Montecristo, you a stoagie Pack the pistol while she blow me Bitch, it’s Griff The one and only Show me how you drop it down, and you a rider She help the pain, but not really a cure Call her Pfiser Got shorty a lil’ tennis bracelet with a visor She open up, and now I’m feeling whats really inside her Show the horns, up the ruger if they croak That’s the only option when you moving like a G.O.A.T. Hella clean, you would think we moving soap Probably think we moving dope Nigga, we just counting notes Nigga, we just counting notes We just counting notes Ride, push that bullshit to the side (Side!) She just wanna fuck me I could see it in her eyes (ha) So, toot it up, shorty make that body roll (roll) The night’s still young, shorty, make that body go Just ride Push that bullshit to the side (side) She just wanna fuck me I could see it in her eyes (yeah) So, toot it up, shorty, make that body roll (roll) The night’s still young, shorty, make that body go Go, go, go, go