She got a body like a God almighty
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Hot as a pistol
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Drinkin' liquor out the bottle
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Got a friend named Crystal
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Done away with the past
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She left it dead in the Chevy
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My little runaway Whinnie
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Got my back and she ready
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Booty shorts in beetle
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Tramp stamp with Adidas
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And I think she tryin' to bust my speakers
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She grew up around the corner, father was a stoner
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Mother been gone since shorty was around 10
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Now she's 'bout 19, cussin' like a sailor
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Smokin' (a Capri), and sippin' up on her Jager
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Flippin' off the cops, tell her stop,
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but she don't care
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Says she just want to have a little fun, no fair
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Got her feet up on the dash
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Laughin', smokin' up my stash
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Says she don't care where we goin'
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Just as long as we're goin' fast
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[Chorus]
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And she knows I love her
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And I'd do anything for her
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She's my little rideout chick, that I hideout with
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12-pack right beside her
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And when it all goes down, she'll still be around
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Even if I don't wife her
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My little rideout chick, tough little bitch
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Swear she got it goin' on
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Says I can take her 'bout anywhere with me
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Just as long as I don't take her home
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And we high, and she bumpin' T.I.
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Ain't she somethin'
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She fly, and she loves me
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She says but she lies
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And she steals, and she drinks like a man
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She got moves
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Watch her work it and drop it
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Wiggle, jiggle, and pop it
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And she's kinda spacey, maybe little crazy
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Throwin' beer cans at the speed limit signs
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While we whippin' through the back roads
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Young, but she acts old
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Head out the window to let her long hair blow
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Wants to go out to Vegas to make us some big dough
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Pedal to the floor baby, careful what you ask for
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Got her feet up on the dash
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Laughin', smokin' up my stash
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Says she don't care where we goin' just as long as we're goin' fast
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[Chorus]
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And she knows I love her
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And I'd do anything for her
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She's my little rideout chick, that I hideout with
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12-pack right beside her
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And when it all goes down, she'll still be around
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Even if I don't wife her
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My little rideout chick, tough little bitch
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Swear she got it goin' on
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Says I can take her 'bout anywhere with me, just as long as I don't take her home
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We're like Mickey and Mallory,
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Whilin' out on the run
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Hate it for whoever gotta
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clean up the mess when we're done
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We're fuckin' shots at the moon
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Tearin' up motel rooms
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We set the night on fire
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Just for the smell of the fumes
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She got my back, I got hers
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Her bond is left, and not words
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Livin' life on the edge
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Fast as we can in a blur
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She's my rideout chick
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And the chick don't snitch
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We gon' run it til the wheels fall off in this bitch
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[Chorus]
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And she knows I love her
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And I'd do anything for her
|
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She's my little rideout chick, that I hideout with
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12-pack right beside her
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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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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
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Says I can take her 'bout anywhere with me, just as long as I don't take her home
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Rideout Chick
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Rehab |