Ryde or Die, B**** Lyrics
| Song | Ryde or Die, B**** |
| Artist | The LOX |
| Album | We Are the Streets |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Dean, Jacobs, Mosley, Phillips ... | |
| (feat. Eve, Timbaland) | |
| [Jadakiss] | |
| I'm feelin this hook right here | |
| Good lookin out Timbaland, y'know? | |
| [Timbaland] | |
| Uh-huh | |
| What? | |
| Uh-huh | |
| What? | |
| [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] | |
| Ha | |
| Yo, 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 wrist | |
| Can 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 Gucci frames over her eyes | |
| Sweet to the tail, still won't fuck in the Benz | |
| cause she bought me a Polo coat and a couple of Timbs' | |
| Doobie was rap, both in the movie with gats | |
| Gave me head cause 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 a Holiday Inn | |
| With 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, yo | |
| Yo, 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 |
| zuo ci : Dean, Jacobs, Mosley, Phillips ... | |
| feat. Eve, Timbaland | |
| Jadakiss | |
| I' m feelin this hook right here | |
| Good lookin out Timbaland, y' know? | |
| Timbaland | |
| Uhhuh | |
| What? | |
| Uhhuh | |
| What? | |
| 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 | |
| Ha | |
| Yo, 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 wrist | |
| Can 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 Gucci frames over her eyes | |
| Sweet to the tail, still won' t fuck in the Benz | |
| cause she bought me a Polo coat and a couple of Timbs' | |
| Doobie was rap, both in the movie with gats | |
| Gave me head cause 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 a Holiday Inn | |
| With 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, yo | |
| Yo, 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 driveby' 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 |
| zuò cí : Dean, Jacobs, Mosley, Phillips ... | |
| feat. Eve, Timbaland | |
| Jadakiss | |
| I' m feelin this hook right here | |
| Good lookin out Timbaland, y' know? | |
| Timbaland | |
| Uhhuh | |
| What? | |
| Uhhuh | |
| What? | |
| 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 | |
| Ha | |
| Yo, 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 wrist | |
| Can 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 Gucci frames over her eyes | |
| Sweet to the tail, still won' t fuck in the Benz | |
| cause she bought me a Polo coat and a couple of Timbs' | |
| Doobie was rap, both in the movie with gats | |
| Gave me head cause 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 a Holiday Inn | |
| With 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, yo | |
| Yo, 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 driveby' 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 |
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