| Yeah
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| It’s King Ca$his
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| Yeah
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| My homeboy problem, what up, G?
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| Hella fly, never die, got these niggas mad at me
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| Bet I’m high, open wide, this is what you gotta see
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| I’ma ride 'til I die, man, that’s how it gotta be
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| Test my side, bullets fly (Bullets fly, bullets fly)
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| Burn out, turn out the track in the dope house
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| It’s sittin' in my rearview, clear view, I steered through
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| 'Cause niggas over here, way realer than they appear, too
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| Hit some little kids, this is enough to kill you
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| 'Cause I know the value of a hundred dollar bill, dude
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| Put it on your head forever, 'til it mildew
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| Body shots to the body, rah, it’ll still do
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| That bitch jam, pop it, I’ll let it rot, it’ll still shoot
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| Nigga say he gon' kill you? |
| Tell me what you will do
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| I’ma pop in broad day while channel five film, cool
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| Certified real dude, paint a picture, let it ride
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| Forty-five, grip 'em right, I ain’t fuckin' with ya
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| It’s a new day, gimme your bitch, I’m the new Uday
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| Live life like ain’t no nigga gonna shoot me
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| Fear none 'til it’s doomsday, I get my uzi fully, who rang?
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| Tough talkin' 'til I show 'em you a pussy, it’s the bootleg
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| Hella fly, never die, got these niggas mad at me
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| Bet I’m high, open wide, this is what you gotta see
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| I’ma ride 'til I die, man, that’s how it gotta be
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| Test my side, bullets fly, just another casualty
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| Another casualty, another casualty, casualty
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| Another casualty, another casualty, casualty
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| Another casualty, another casualty, casualty
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| I’ma ride 'til I die, man, that’s how it gotta be
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| Turn up, turn up, turn up
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| Four zips in the whip get burnt up
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| Four clips on my hip, you trip on my clique
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| Click-boom, you gon' get murdered, swaggin'
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| Fully auto action for everybody that’s askin'
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| The MAC rippin' you flacid, now that shit was classic
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| Now turn up, turn up, turn up
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| Four bricks in the whip I’m servin'
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| Your bitch in the whip, not to blow my dick
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| But to hold my bricks while I get my chips
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| I’m on six hundred
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| Four-fifty on the kit, let 'em load my wrist
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| And the opp-ers get murdered
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| Yeah, the opp-ers get murdered
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| Os on my clothes, got a stack of 5−0s
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| Through lines on my squirr, get served
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| Now go and get courage
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| I’ll pop two Percs and it’s curtains
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| I hope you have insurance
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| Don’t want your mama to get no burden
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| Since you was sellin' birds, bitch
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| I hope that it was workin'
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| And one thing that’s for certain
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| Ain’t no perpin' when workin'
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| And I just got me ten squirrs
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| I guess suppliers and workers
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| I stunt on niggas who hatin'
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| So pull your skirt up and skirt 'em
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| And I’m one of the realest niggas you not gonna murder
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| Hella fly, never die, got these niggas mad at me
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| Bet I’m high, open wide, this is what you gotta see
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| I’ma ride 'til I die, man, that’s how it gotta be
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| Test my side, bullets fly, just another casualty
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| Another casualty, another casualty, casualty
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| Another casualty, another casualty, casualty
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| Another casualty, another casualty, casualty
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| I’ma ride 'til I die, man, that’s how it gotta be |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I'ma Ride , by - Cashis. Song from the album I'ma Ride, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп