Rehab Rideout Chick Lyrics

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  • 10 Rideout Chick
  • She got a body like a God almighty
    Hot as a pistol
    Drinkin' liquor out the bottle
    Got a friend named Crystal
    Done away with the past
    She left it dead in the Chevy
    My little runaway Whinnie
    Got my back and she ready
    Booty shorts in beetle
    Tramp stamp with Adidas
    And I think she tryin' to bust my speakers

    She grew up around the corner, father was a stoner
    Mother been gone since shorty was around 10
    Now she's 'bout 19, cussin' like a sailor
    Smokin' (a Capri), and sippin' up on her Jager
    Flippin' off the cops, tell her stop,
    but she don't care
    Says she just want to have a little fun, no fair
    Got her feet up on the dash
    Laughin', smokin' up my stash
    Says she don't care where we goin'
    Just as long as we're goin' fast

    [Chorus]
    And she knows I love her
    And I'd do anything for her

    She's my little rideout chick, that I hideout with
    12-pack right beside her
    And when it all goes down, she'll still be around
    Even if I don't wife her
    My little rideout chick, tough little bitch
    Swear she got it goin' on
    Says I can take her 'bout anywhere with me
    Just as long as I don't take her home

    And we high, and she bumpin' T.I.
    Ain't she somethin'
    She fly, and she loves me
    She says but she lies
    And she steals, and she drinks like a man
    She got moves
    Watch her work it and drop it
    Wiggle, jiggle, and pop it

    And she's kinda spacey, maybe little crazy
    Throwin' beer cans at the speed limit signs
    While we whippin' through the back roads
    Young, but she acts old
    Head out the window to let her long hair blow
    Wants to go out to Vegas to make us some big dough
    Pedal to the floor baby, careful what you ask for
    Got her feet up on the dash
    Laughin', smokin' up my stash
    Says she don't care where we goin' just as long as we're goin' fast

    [Chorus]
    And she knows I love her
    And I'd do anything for her

    She's my little rideout chick, that I hideout with
    12-pack right beside her
    And when it all goes down, she'll still be around
    Even if I don't wife her
    My little rideout chick, tough little bitch
    Swear she got it goin' on
    Says I can take her 'bout anywhere with me, just as long as I don't take her home

    We're like Mickey and Mallory,
    Whilin' out on the run
    Hate it for whoever gotta
    clean up the mess when we're done
    We're fuckin' shots at the moon
    Tearin' up motel rooms
    We set the night on fire
    Just for the smell of the fumes
    She got my back, I got hers
    Her bond is left, and not words
    Livin' life on the edge
    Fast as we can in a blur
    She's my rideout chick
    And the chick don't snitch
    We gon' run it til the wheels fall off in this bitch

    [Chorus]
    And she knows I love her
    And I'd do anything for her

    She's my little rideout chick, that I hideout with
    12-pack right beside her
    And when it all goes down, she'll still be around
    Even if I don't wife her
    My little rideout chick, tough little bitch
    Swear she got it goin' on
    Says I can take her 'bout anywhere with me, just as long as I don't take her home

    She's my little rideout chick, that I hideout with
    12-pack right beside her
    And when it all goes down, she'll still be around
    Even if I don't wife her
    My little rideout chick, tough little bitch
    Swear she got it goin' on
    Says I can take her 'bout anywhere with me, just as long as I don't take her home

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