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Let's Ride
fkin'clown as* motherfkas, man
who they think they fkin' with
these must be out of their fkin' minds or somethin'
so what you want to do?
Chorus:
Where my girls down to freak wit me (cum' on let's Ride)
How many down to roll wit me (cum' on let's Ride)
where my girls dat would lie for me (cum' on let's Ride)
How many dat would die for me, die for me, die for me
Verse 1:
Where the fk my thugs at ready or not nigg* ain't no Turnin Back
Where the fk my hoes at who I pimp hard when they wanna get to a tap
But you know you can do dat that luv I'm just hear to fk you know dat luv
Want you want baby roll it or what while you think about
Twist me a douche you holdin me up how many girls wanna ride wit me
Or c*m through wit the top down like
where my girls at hop in make it fast don't slow me down
Where the fk my killers at end of the light
weight now pop a gun wit them now
dont want it now
bet you motherfkas foldin now
Where the fk them clowns at kickin the dough for the p*ssy by the hour
where the them wh*res at get your dough mama
I'm ride till the end of the road baby this life gon drive me crazy
Been getting high lately wonderin where the lord gonna take me
Where the fk my gangstaz at coo never sweat under the gun
Where the fk my Mistress at at c*ck back ready to pop something
Since you all about frontin let's see when and how you really want it
Yall don't want my thugs to get up on it
leave it alone cuz we bought our liquor, now
Chorus: Repeat 2x
Verse 2:
b*tch better smarten up
before I bring out the toast and touch you up
fkin wit Ja you know you got a lot of luck
but nowadays you ain't gettin out as much
what the fk iz up baby boy you scared or what
I Swiss nothin but the hot s**t
So I hear you wanna pop s**t you don't know who you
fkin wit let me show why lifes a b*tch
I went through drug money hustlin every day just to get a taste
Through gun or blood money Killin back then for a small face
Got in the hot money whats yourz was mine in every case
now it's play money spit the raw and if more get chased
holla out my be the word of mouth
My girls bang head like the dirty south nigg* bounce
row my ride my girls if you ain't heard nigg* ride out wit us
Where the fk all my murderers h*t up wit the heat nigg* just because
got the whole world wonderin what the motive was, let's ride
Chorus:
Verse 3:
(The Lord Iz callin me) recently but ain't got time to speak
(Lord what you want with me) hope it ain't my time for the grim to reap
( be Killin me) turn around look them mud eye gun'em down
(That's how I hit'em in it) cool'em off what the fk iz you hollin bout
( be runnin wild) paid to strip let'em have till the sun hit
(Will never calm down) deal wit it a lot of get killed for this
(Especially my ) rest in peace to my dogz who i love to death
(For When I die )heaven and hell I've been down wit some of the best yeah
nigg*
Chorus: Until end