Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ryde Or Die, Bitch, artist - L.O.X.. Date of issue: 08.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ryde Or Die, Bitch |
| Jadakiss: |
| I’m feeling this hook right here |
| Good looking out Timbaland |
| You know |
| Timbaland: |
| Uh-huh |
| What? |
| Uh-huh |
| What? |
| Timbaland (Eve): |
| I need a ride or die bitch: |
| (I like to rock Prada suits and my ass is fat) |
| I need a ride or die bitch: |
| (I push a Cadillac truck with my friends in the back) |
| I need a ride or die bitch: |
| (Smoke 'dro, drink liquor, like to fuck 'til I cum) |
| I need a ride 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 |
| Ride 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 Coogi frames over her eyes |
| Sweet to the tail, still won’t fuck in a 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 want to see me bangin' the left, hittin' the gas |
| That bitch out the window poppin' heat in yo' ass |
| You could catch holiday in to Holiday Inn |
| With a bad bitch swallowin' gin, word |
| And if it got to do with money count Holiday in |
| With my ride 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 ride or die bitch that’ll take this coke |
| Out of town, and come back and breakdown when I’m broke, what |