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conversations.value: Write me a song called Ridin’ with the following description: There’s a lot of speculation on where this Wayne track came from, but one thing most people agree on is that he murdered this song.
  Weezy rips the song with fast pased verses, clever lines, and a synchronized flow. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Hook]
  And I'm ridin' wit a body on the shotty
  Stretch a nigga out like Pilates
  Catch a nigga outside his hidey
  Snatch all the honey from your honey comb, now the bees keep flyin' by me
  I'm on that piff that pody
  That shit, smokin' like Vladi, spendin' dough from the 90's
  Shinin', P-90, in the liming
  I'm timing, don't time me mu'fucka
  [Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
  I'm a, young ass piranha
  Don't get caught in that water cause I'm waitin' for a drowner
  And on the corner I got packs on the counter
  Before ya bitch leave I make Young Mob count em
  Tryin' to get a dollar i could turn into a thousand
  I'm so determined its a economic problem,
   drama
  That's why I carry the llama
  Ready at any given day to bury my honor
  Love weed so much i tried to marry Juana
  So pass the pastrami and asparagus mama, I'm watchin'
  Cause in my area
  If you got bread you better break it off share in here
  I got his ankles, and his stereo
  Cause i could get a cool buck fifty for that and the body yo, that's Hollygrove
  It's Hollygrove til I adios
  I gotta go, gotta go, got more bags to dope, yeah [Hook]
  [Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
  Hot boy Wayne
  Since the beginning I've been in and out of some shit
  Thinnin' out the thick
  Living out the script, for the role that was chosen
  But I don't want an award, I'm tryin' to afford
  Back to the road in a Honda Accord
  The whole right side slam down with that braw
  A city supply the city get high, like
  If I was Clear I woulda touched Claudette
  I'm so fresh, like sex in the sheets
  But I'm from the dirty dirty, like sex on the beach
  The checks on my Nikes they match my carneesh
  The button up shirt match my button seats
  The AK-47 match my fuckin' heat
  Watch your fuckin' feet cause I'm hot in the streets
  A quarter thing is how i got in the streets
  I had money ever since that week, young Weezy!
  [Hook]
  [Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
  17 gangsta, Hollygrove solider
  Got a lil money, got a lot more colder
  My top don't roll up, it fold up
  My money don't fold up, it build up
  You niggas ain't fly, get your gear up
  Copped my bitch the Mark Jacob boots, and the ear muffs
  Got her lookin' like Kamora or somethin
  Brought Kamora to the South now Kamora stuntin'
  Yeah we big business pimpin', chyea
  Walkin' wit a limp, talkin' with a slur
  Barkin' at ya' bitch, bet her pussy cat purr
  She all on mine, she ain't lookin' at yours
  And if a man trip he get the blit bla blat blurr
  Credit Wayne for bringin' the hood back first, chyea........chyea
  Credit Wayne for bringin' the hood back first! Chyea [Hook]
  [Outro]
  Muhhhh Fukka Wizzle!