saintluckk - ride or die
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{Intro}
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah
{Hook}
Gang shit, keep a .40 in my pocket
Going up, up, up, I can't stop it
Smoke your fucking homie out like some chronic
Left that fucking bitch on read, 'cause she toxic
Why? 'Cause I need me a ride or die
Put a couple of racks on her thighs
And the choppa on me crucify
At your head like I got a bullseye
{Verse}
There is two dicks in my pants
One for that bitch and one for her mans
Not after the pussy, I'm after the bands
Your hoe, she my fan, shе don't got a chance
And I wish you could just understand
You are my spеcial one, no one night stand
All of them other hoes, they be too bland
Sorry, I'm high, I don't know when I'll land
Uh, he talk too much
Glocky on my hip and it pack a punch
Leave you with some holes like a fuckin' sponge
Takin' off your head, 'cause it hold a grudge
We gon' pull up in a Bentley truck
Not no saint, but you're outta luck
Keep a Ruger in my holster, tucked
In the stu' with a double cup
{Hook}
Gang shit, keep a .40 in my pocket
Going up, up, up, I can't stop it
Smoke your fucking homie out like some chronic
Left that fucking bitch on read, 'cause she toxic
Why? 'Cause I need me a ride or die
Put a couple of racks on her thighs
And the choppa on me crucify
At your head like I got a bullseye
{Intro}
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah
{Hook}
Gang shit, keep a .40 in my pocket
Going up, up, up, I can't stop it
Smoke your fucking homie out like some chronic
Left that fucking bitch on read, 'cause she toxic
Why? 'Cause I need me a ride or die
Put a couple of racks on her thighs
And the choppa on me crucify
At your head like I got a bullseye
{Verse}
There is two dicks in my pants
One for that bitch and one for her mans
Not after the pussy, I'm after the bands
Your hoe, she my fan, shе don't got a chance
And I wish you could just understand
You are my spеcial one, no one night stand
All of them other hoes, they be too bland
Sorry, I'm high, I don't know when I'll land
Uh, he talk too much
Glocky on my hip and it pack a punch
Leave you with some holes like a fuckin' sponge
Takin' off your head, 'cause it hold a grudge
We gon' pull up in a Bentley truck
Not no saint, but you're outta luck
Keep a Ruger in my holster, tucked
In the stu' with a double cup
{Hook}
Gang shit, keep a .40 in my pocket
Going up, up, up, I can't stop it
Smoke your fucking homie out like some chronic
Left that fucking bitch on read, 'cause she toxic
Why? 'Cause I need me a ride or die
Put a couple of racks on her thighs
And the choppa on me crucify
At your head like I got a bullseye