| You down for me like four flats on a Cadillac
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| You got my back and I never have to question that
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| I could be pennyless or counting racks living fat
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| You’re with me, never against me, and I love you for that
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| I love you for this, down for me, poor or rich
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| Ride with me, ride for me, put in work, never quit
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| Cheap tricks on my tip ‘cause they see my game is thick
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| But my real ride or die is who I’m rocking with
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| Can’t slip, won’t trick, tell a buckethead bitch bounce quick
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| Priceless, here’s my ride or die chick
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| I swear my ride or die is heaven sent
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| My accomplice, and never D.A. |
| with this
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| I think a lot of girls, they waste my time
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| But I think I found mine, my ride or die
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| That’s my queen, I’m her king
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| That’s main, we a gang
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| Getting at the finer thangs, in life
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| That’s my wife, got my back, when things is trife
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| So at night, she keep it tight
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| I do it right like rain
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| My boo thang got that insane, say my name, say my name
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| Swear she the type of thang that make your whole life change
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| I put her up on game, she never small change
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| Like them lames do it for the fetti not the fame
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| Keep a ride or die by my side
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| You know that I’m winning long as you is mine
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| On us, I love her, last the test of time
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| Like Clyde and Bonnie, we gon' ride Bugatti
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| Keep our business to the face and don’t tell nobody
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| ‘Cause I found mine, shine like we on Cloud 9
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| Without you I mighta been a chalk outline
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| So I got your back like a bra-strap
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| When I dick you down proper, you take all that
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| So tell them goofy ass niggas they could fall back
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| ‘Cause they ain’t never get a comment or a call back
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| So I give you all mi corazon, ‘cause I know you gon' ride for me
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| And we gon' prove them haters wrong ‘cause you’re my ride to the D-I-E
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| Is you ridin'?
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| Is you open?
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| Is you payin'?
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| Or is you goin'?
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| Is you ridin'?
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| Is you open?
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| Are you payin'?
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| Girl, I’m just sayin' |