Lyrics:
just put it on an instrumental
You know this ain't no subliminal
You know I'm a real criminal
I ride for you niggas
I done risked my life for you
and it's right on my chest
My diamonds be VV's they lookin' too wet
I can't fuck wit' that bitch cause that bitch lookin' pressed
You wearin' fake diamonds
bands and it's right on my chest
My diamonds be VV's they lookin' too wet
I can't fuck wit' that bitch cause that bitch lookin' pressed
You wearin' fake
the break of light
And if you wanna roll with me then 4sho let's ride
Like it's a Fridayyyy niiiight
Fridayyyy niiiight
Fridayyyy niiiight
Even if it ain't
steppas they Lyin,
Gotta Get Rich Or Die Tryin’,
Smoking A Onion This Shit Got Me Cryin’
If You Play Wit My Name Then You Dyin’
I Talk This Money Shit
me feel so amazing
I wanna ride with you
I wanna smoke with you
I'm coming to get you
Girl you know I gotta hit you like
You make me feel so
nigga started this shit
[Chorus]
Be careful what you ask for, Joe got bagged
He got knocked by the feds for some things in his past
Now he rattin'
wit' me... even though I used to spank that ass
Didn't hesitated wit' me... any time I needed cash
A many days I was stressed out and feelin' bad
You
spiritual
I'll be yo' muse, bring your easel and pencils, too
Here you go, you tryna' tease wit' them pictures
You can ride on me, just like you ride
know what you're thinking
Nasty intentions
Now party with me
And by the end of the night
You gon' leave prolly wit' me
And know exactly
Why they call me
(Rrr)
Spreadin' out my wings
Shawty I'm up finna fly
Shawty goin' up with me
Cause you know we finna ride
Take you up (Hmm)
Go ahead hop up inside
忍者
I call ya phone cause I still can't believe it
And by 16 I'ma be rich as hell riding in a demon
You can ride but you feel that you that you don't
do
I'm creepin' Uptown, and my mans ride wit 'em
He got two Dutches in the ash tray, and Sal wit' 'em
He gettin' blunted, so he wanted me to slide
Follow what my soul do
Heard you think the world done
Allat shit is old news
I'm all by myself now
Nigga, so I can't cry
Tryna do the right things
Always
baby, I'm paranoid, sleepin' witcha
Loaded by my bedside crazy
Jealous when you hang wit the fellas, I wait patiently alone
Anticipated for the moment
there we both got mesmerized by smellin’ what was grillin’
Cheesesteak… cheesesteak… tasty steak an’ cheese
Wit or witout onions… make it like you please
you won't ride then you not mine
Walk in wit the fye
Walk in wit the fye
Walk in wit the fye
Walk in wit the fye
Dressed in all white
Got 3 bitches by
on me wit a toaster
G G w**d smoke is the odor
Ya girl wanna ride roller coaster
You know I had to do it for the city
I miss my uncle Mickey and my uncle
ride by my fuckin self solo cause you only live one life
So I know I can't go off no fuck shit fuckin wit the wrong bihh
Hanging wit the wrong clique
because you (had) lied
My men got sick, many needlessly died,
Your hubris, your greed, because you (had) lied
Short instrumental Break
V 25
Armour,
down to ride
Pull up with Gang Gang with a Quest and looking like a Tribe
Team shining like headlights
We ain't stopping at red lights
Niggas hate you
got from my pops
And saints, bustin back in '90 hope you got from the shots
Put it down for the town and I gang wit us
St. Louis did it derty, throw
till the (Shit blows over)
I'm waving bye bye to the soul of mine
Bonafide ride wit a folded mind
On a dime gonna throw back liquor that I don't need
and your man go get
Me and cat take pussy's on boat rides on some Soprano shit
Move wit troops in cougar coupes
Like beeno and notes for a G a piece,
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