Ryde Or Die Bitch lyrics

Artist  : Lo 
Song : Ryde Or Die  Bitch



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[Jadakiss]I'm
feeling this hook right hereGood looking out
TimbalandYou know
[Timbaland]Uh huhWhat?Uh
huhWhat?[Timbaland] (Eve)
[I need a
ryde or die bitch] (I like to rock Prada suits
and my ass is fat)
[I need a ryde or die
bitch]
(I push a Cadillac truck with my
friends in the back)
[I need a ryde or die
bitch] (Smoke 'dro drink liquor like to fuck 'til
I cum)
[I need a ryde or die bitch]
(I rock
a icy ass chain with a earring in my
tongue)
[Jadakiss]HaYo, yo, yo
Yeah, what's
up ma, what's going on, I know you know
'Kiss
The nigga with the hot flow and a cold
wristCan flow always, sit on 4 K's
Then wait
for a drought and flood 'em with all
'dres
Ryde or die chick, hand do a B.I.Give a
nigga up north some ass on a V.I.
And she
blackout when she in the mall
Got the brand
new spring Prada shit in the fall
Don't matter
what size panties, fitting her small
And she
don't got no problem hittin' us all
And she
said she got a man, but he in the fed
And she
miss him so much that she pee in the bed
So
you know I had to lighten her raw, fighting the
dog
Pushing the seat back gettin' right in the
fall
Make her use a fake credit card twice in a
store
Might make you do it tomorrow you
triflin' whore[Styles Paniro]
I need a
chick that ryde or die, pullin' the 5
Gettin'
high with the Coogi frames over her eyes
Sweet
to the tail, still won't fuck in a Benz
'Cuz
she bought me a Polo coat and a couple of
Timbs'
Doobie was rap, both in the movie with
gats
Gave me head 'cuz the movie was wack,
word
Toasted her crib, blow in the fridge, she
needed to work
I died and that bitch gon' put
weed in my hearse
Gamed her to death, tattooed
my name on her neck
You don't wanna see me
bangin' the left, hittin' the gas
That bitch
out the window poppin' heat in yo' ass
You
could catch holiday in to Holiday InnWith a bad
bitch swallowin' gin, word
And if it got to do
with money count Holiday in
With my ryde or die
bitch that'll body your man
You don't like me
as a artist, she gon' body your
fam'[Sheek Luchion]
Uh, uh, yoYo, when
you see Sheek, don't look at me as Sheek from The
L.O.X.
Look at me as that cat that know how to
box
Know about glocks, know about slingin' them
rocks
Know about runnin' from cops and
switchin' up spots
How to get rich, know about
thuggin' a bitch
Fuck 'em in the park, fuck a
sweet as the Ritz
They like that shit, and I
ain't gotta spend no checks
Fuck diamonds, all
they really want is rough ass sex
And they
name, shout it out when I'm up at Flex
I get
drunk with bitches that don't get drunk
Don't
get high, have 'em doing drive-by's
Shit they
never did, forgetting about they kids
Moms
babysitting, ain't seen her in a week
I'm a
bad influence to parents that hate Sheek
I
need a ryde or die bitch that'll take this
coke
Out of town, and come back and breakdown
when I'm broke, what