[Intro: Kid Cudi & 2 Chainz] La-la-la (Yeah) La-la-la-la-la-la-la (It is like a vine of two words, yeah, that shit hard) La-la-la La-la-la (It's time for that though) La-la-la-la-la-la-la (Yeah, yeah, nigga) Uh-uh, yeah Yeah, uh-uh
[Chorus: Kid Cudi] Can't believe it, baby, no, you can't believe it, baby Ridin' through the city and I'm coastin', bitch get off me (Bitch get off me) Can't believe it, baby, no, you can't believe it, baby Ridin' through the city and I'm coastin', bitch get off me (Bitch get off me) Can't believe it, baby, no, you can't believe it, baby Ridin' through the city and I'm coastin', bitch get off me (Bitch get off me) Can't believe it, baby, no, you can't believe it, baby Ridin' through the city and I'm coastin', yeah
[Verse 1: Kid Cudi] Gettin' lost in the rhythm of the fuckin' flight When the city lights shine and the mood is right When you sippin', ain't no trippin' on the move tonight Bring out the whole team, I'm one less soldier again, it's worth it (Yeah) I admit, in the zone, Mr. Rager, mane See him in the streets, I'm takin' off, make him understand In my world of view, swerve, never lookin' back 42, I do, okay I knew you couldn't know me, Jack And it's on, make it bang, come and get it And I've been balling to the chain, rosey-goldy, homie, learn the name Lookin' through the soul, if you didn't know know, learn the facts Now it's super cold to see a show with a broken neck
[Chorus: Kid Cudi, 2 Chainz] Can't believe it, baby, no, you can't believe it, baby Ridin' through the city and I'm coastin', bitch get off me (Bitch get off me) Can't believe it, baby, no, you can't believe it, baby Ridin' through the city and I'm coastin', bitch get off me (Bitch get off me) Can't believe it, baby, no, you can't believe it, baby Ridin' through the city and I'm coastin', bitch get off me (Bitch get off me) Can't believe it, baby, no, you can't believe it, baby (Yeah) Ridin' through the city and I'm coastin', yeah
[Verse 2: 2 Chainz] Uh, 2 Chainz, it ain't a stain on 'em (Alright) DEA had tried to put the blame on him My young niggas tote .30s, ain't no aim on it (Yeah) And this a Cullinan, bitch, this not a Range Rover, yeah (Yeah) What's the difference? 'Bout three-hundred racks (Three-hundred) I am so cold, it look like free on a tax Had the bando with the peas in the back But the hard part about it, we was evilly matchin', yeah I been coastin' since a Motorola (Hello) Chicken told her I sell more than El Pollo Loco Emotions up and down like a rollercoaster I put her sexy ass on the pole, like wanted posters, yeah
[Chorus: Kid Cudi & 2 Chainz] Can't believe it, baby, no, you can't believe it, baby Ridin' through the city and I'm coastin', bitch get off me (Bitch get off me) Can't believe it, baby, no, you can't believe it, baby (Alright) Ridin' through the city and I'm coastin', bitch get off me (Bitch get off me) (And I'm coastin', bitch, I'm poppin') Can't believe it, baby, no, you can't believe it, baby (Uh, can't believe it) Ridin' through the city and I'm coastin', bitch get off me (Bitch get off me) (Toni pop it) Can't believe it, baby, no, you can't believe it, baby Ridin' through the city and I'm coastin', yeah (Alright, uh)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
