Said my new bitch pretty Like my old school chevy Riding real slow Speakers bleeding on the city
Riding real slow Speakers bleeding on the city Eyes real low Trigger finger on the blicky
Said my new bitch pretty Like my old school chevy Riding real slow Speakers bleeding on the city
Riding real slow Speakers bleeding on the city Eyes real low Trigger finger on the blicky
She like when i drive like to ride She can suck me off On the 80 goin crazy Life can’t phase me on the way to the rich
Set to stab i was slaying a bitch Got no mask, i can catch Nigga ain’t saying shit Back in this day i play the gaye loud I had the sa ra had bilal Shorty tossing my child Plus what made it to the towel Wild way and days i can't explain
She was never ashamed Can’t cook, she was smart She could fuck and sit pretty Love bled made a home by the city
Ten goin in, always flick Hit the haze a bit Askin who my favorite My other chicks experience
If it meant shit trying to get into my head shit Things that she never wanna know Hate to see you losing yo glow Yeah i get it you gotta go
Took many chances dammit But i can’t waste this handsome Said my new bitch pretty Like my old school chevy
Riding real slow Speakers bleeding on the city Riding real slow Speakers bleeding on the city Eyes real low Trigger finger on the blicky Said my new bitch pretty Like my old school chevy
Riding real slow Speakers bleeding on the city Riding real slow Speakers bleeding on the city
Eyes real low Trigger finger on the blicky I say my old chick pretty Got arrested cuz she driven
Through the city party overtime wit it That’s a pity, petty exes, got many Paid a fifty, nine months make a mini And that’s plenty
But don’t want no broke bitch in my ride And i, i can’t have you broken, by my side I don’t need that extra in my life Don’t play with me
My sea run deep Gotta spend all this bread, huh? Caught up, mid hobby inside a lobby After hours i couldn’t cower Or wash off embarrassment I’m careless since then I don’t know what that mean to you But to me, that mean i’m me
If i’m mean, i’m doin my thing Don’t hear pings, don’t gift rings all along Don’t hear pings don’t gift rings all along Said my new bitch pretty
Like my old school chevy Riding real slow Speakers bleeding on the city Riding real slow
Speakers bleeding on the city Eyes real low Trigger finger on the blicky Said my new bitch pretty
Like my old school chevy Riding real slow Speakers bleeding on the city Riding real slow
Speakers bleeding on the city Eyes real low Trigger finger on the blicky Said the flow game crazy
Like the dope game back in 88 Pushing irocs and mustangs Gold rope chain hanging from shoulders To my scrotum
Love the way i talk slang that southern culture These pimp canes and dobbs hats With feathers in the winds I learned from the best I ride with my speakers bumpin three six I had a few chicks that didn’t pan out Got a new one ex cut her off Cuz she fucked a homie that i thought
Had my back playing loyal Fronting like he had my best interest All the while plotting hitting my bitches Hit the switches on the friendship
Black ice hanging on the mirror As i’m looking back Amazed how i handled that jam More mature now i'm back with the fam
Since the sandbox Greens and ham hock Trips the bart just to see you
Before i told you drop the t-tops Rolled the dro in the optimo And blaze from the spark Said my new bitch pretty
Like my old school chevy Riding real slow Speakers bleeding on the city Riding real slow
Speakers bleeding on the city Eyes real low Trigger finger on the blicky Said my new bitch pretty
Like my old school chevy Riding real slow Speakers bleeding on the city Riding real slow
Speakers bleeding on the city Eyes real low Trigger finger on the blicky
Song Description:
"Ridin Slow" by UglyFace is a smooth and laid-back track that captures the essence of cruising through the city in a classic car. The lyrics paint a picture of a new love interest who is as beautiful as the speaker's old school Chevy, with the speaker taking their time and enjoying the ride. The song features a hypnotic beat and melodic flow, with references to past relationships and experiences. The speaker reflects on past mistakes and betrayal, but ultimately embraces their new relationship and the freedom of the open road. With a blend of nostalgia and confidence, "Ridin Slow" is a perfect anthem for late-night drives and carefree moments.
UglyFace - Woke Up {Chorus: Andre Mosley} Woke up, this morning Weed & breakfast on my mind Vaporize & find myself a peach I'm from California where Peaches grown on
UglyFace - By The Pound {Chorus: Aric Jones} I been smoking lotta weed by the pound I been thinking bout you for a while Maybe we can take a trip downtown Puff puff puff puff pass around
UglyFace - GWEN {chorus: aaron temple} You niggas sleeping on me here we go again Goin in til' i roll up in a fuckin yacht ayy Right up on jefferson, right up on the block ayy
UglyFace - Pillow Talk Uglyface - pillow talk I need i light touch before i light the dutch I plead please i only tease just to wake you up I know my game lame as fuck but today i’m in a rush
UglyFace - Ain't For Sale Got the whole thing out and it ain’t for sale What the old thing like but that ain’t the same I control my light and it ain’t for sale Fly a boat, sink a flight bet they ain’t gon
UglyFace - Fairytails I been chasing my tale I been chasing my tale You got me chasing my tale I been chasing my tale You got me chasing my tale I been chasing my tale You got me
UglyFace - Pressure I went from asking you out To diggin you out, too you feel so soft on She told me dress up, she’s a steppa yessuh She the candy yam marshmallow yessuh Perfume sittin
UglyFace - Mr. Big Shot Mr.Big Shot, Mr.Big Shot Catch me riding with my big strap Get your wig snap See the target and hit that I don’t miss that Ain’t no talking ain’t no chit chat
UglyFace - Sunset Adventure time on the highway baby You need me and i need mine My comma We put that shit in overdrive You let the top drop down Windows up there But on the
UglyFace - Who TF Dior kicks Burberry belt Gold on my teeth You already know Who the fuck he think he is? Who? Who the fuck he think he is? Who? Who the
UglyFace
UglyFace The collective has created music together for years in California from Oakland to Stockton. Kevin Farpella and Aaron Temple were introduced by Andre Mosley. They would later be dubbed UglyFace, by Aric Jones a Bay Area kid with Chicago roots, after some hard hitting sessions. The group would temporarily disband to sharpen their individual swords. Singer Andre Mosley at Patchwerk Studios in Atlanta, Georgia, Aaron Temple in Brooklyn, New York and Aric Jones in Los Angeles with only Kevin Farpella remaining in Tracy, CA. With a strengthened brotherhood they’ve decided to finish what they started, writing and producing their own music.