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Same song, the other performance from the session (Take B). Included with your keep. Owners download both.
Duval! Ayy! Where the cars at?
Yaya! Let's ride!
Candy paint dripping like it's out the oven
Twenty-eights on it, I don't do the running
He said slow down, I said I don't know her
Sun going down and the block getting louder
Gas station lit, we don't need a club
Trunk on the ground, the whole lot in love
I'm five foot four with a mouth like a cannon
Blonde to my waist and my grill saying "stand it"
Where we at? (DUVAL!)
Who did it? (YAYA!)
Is it loud? (LOUD!)
Then let's ride!
Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
Windows down, twenty-eights high
Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
Everybody out, nobody shy
Let's ride! (Ride!) Let's ride! (Ride!)
Duval did it, we don't say bye
Girls in the back got the rims all spinning
Fat booty bouncing while the organ is grinning
I don't argue, I just pull off
My cousin got a Chevy and my cousin don't talk
Your man at the pump looking real familiar
Told him keep his eyes on the 87 regular
Uh-uh, not me, not tonight, not ever
Duval on my chain and the chain is forever
Where we at? (DUVAL!)
Who did it? (YAYA!)
Is it loud? (LOUD!)
Then let's ride!
Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
Windows down, twenty-eights high
Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
Everybody out, nobody shy
Let's ride! (Ride!) Let's ride! (Ride!)
Duval did it, we don't say bye
Slow it down... slow it down...
Now BRING IT BACK!
Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
Windows down, twenty-eights high
Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
Everybody out, nobody shy
Let's ride! (Ride!) Let's ride! (Ride!)
Duval did it, we don't say bye
Yaya! Ayy! That's the ride!
YAYA DUVAL is a virtual artist of the SUPERMASSIVE Verse: a raspy mid-low alto that shouts every line with a heavy Jacksonville drawl and never sings. Crunk revival organ loops, propulsive drums, chant hooks built for a car with the windows down, a candy-paint donk in every video. Loud, funny, mean. AI-performed and disclosed; every song is written and produced in-house.