Lyrics:
Act a ass wit' it, back ya ass wit' it
Act a ass wit' it, back ya ass wit' it
Act a ass wit' it, back ya ass wit' it
You know them hoes love
ain't it?
My true niggas walk wit me, yeah
They ride wit me
Would you cook pies wit me now, ya heard?
Lord, I keep hollerin', I hope You listenin'
How
know I slide wit the indo
Had to pull the panties aside
I made some space in the ride so she could ride by the window
Baby work up my appetite, she put
This here's the story about Killer Joe
He's a real bad cat, 'forget I told you so
Silk on the corners of his fancy threads
Double breasted pin
no better
By the Count on hand I got like 8 friends
When they cut it close that's when You break ends
I can not vibe wit em never slide wit Em
Unless
[Serv-on]
Boy, I think this the second time you done passed up this sign you goin' the
wrong way main.
[Fiend]
Slow ya role, slow ya role, ya
think ya wasn't serious til y'all got blasted
Rollin wit them sucker ducks'll leave you in a casket
It's drastic to suicide, how we ride?
Jump out
da hood, take a look in my past you can see the duress
I ride wit ya BM in BM I'm dodgin' the stress, Ya Ya
I ride wit dat stick I put stones in my
smell it when you're fuckin' wit dank
Fuckin' wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin' wit dank
(Yah baby, I tell ya)
Fuckin' wit dank, fucking wit dank,
too
Bitch if you stalking me I'm stalking you
Nigga I ride wit spiders only kill yo homie
You bet not cry, when the Glock cry
Burn yo mouth up like
They probably look up to me
Against the world it was just us
And that was enough for me
But now I ride round by myself
Safety first
Fasten my belt
Main
This here's the story about Killer Joe
He's a real bad cat, forget I told you so
Silk on the corners of his fancy threads
Double breasted pin
different heat
But when we move the macs for Game, cuz we on the same beat
So if you f**k wit blood, then you f**k wit us
And we ain't bustin' duds, cuz we
Joe
Man, 7.62, turn him G.I. Jane
It's that Rick Owen boot, they be knee-high, man
Now when I look down you know I can't see my ankle
Man, she
Anarchy
Nigga's ain't telling me shit
I gotta stay wit a clip like yuh
Enemies all out to get me just cuz I got M's boy you sick
You ain't my dawg
Yea mobster, let's ride on them bitches
It's time to go to war, niggard, you ready
Don't want to see you wit no pistols
If you ain't ready to roll,
to Harvey
(Dude, you know I ain't runnin')
That swing from Hugh is never too far from me
Yeah you know they all call me Harvey
But my girl ride me like
infrared's on ya head
And they ride wit' you
How many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get a ki', slice the pie wit' you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that
at me
Catch the shade
You throw at me
Like in LA
Sitting under palm trees
I'm going to ride
I'm gon ride
I'm gon ride
I'm gon ride
You gon ride wit me
She just wanna kiss me
She just wanna roll wit' me
She say she love me and she love me
She just wanna be wit' me
So, baby, you can't be wit' me
She
Made niggas way realer
Even on the monkey bars, nigga, I ain't play wit' 'em
By myself, all alone
By myself, I move zones
One deep wit' that heat
[Mannie]
I know you wish you could find a
Nigga wit a dick like a anaconda
Neighborhood hot boy, super-shiner
Pimp, playa, president, Big Tymer,
hatin' you will get touched now,
Ride wit a Playa Haters get cut down, Sheah!
It's BlaQman baby!
So take a ride wit me!
It's Gov and Katie
So take a ride
it bang through everybody ride with it
You know they ride wit it, uh uh uh
You know they ride wit it, yea
For the ones that got his back, doubling
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