| Now would you ride for me baby
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| I’d ride for you baby
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| Now would you kill for me baby
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| I’d kill for you baby
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| Well let’s get this money… ahhhh… let’s get this money
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| Now would you ride for me baby
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| I’d ride for you baby
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| Now would you kill for me baby
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| I’d kill for you baby
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| Well let’s get this money… ahhhh… let’s get this money
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| Where my real bytch? |
| Holdin it down like a rider should?
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| You fuk with my nigga… boy I wish you would!
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| These nigga poppin watch how quick that ass dissapear
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| Send your baby mamma your shirt, for a souvenir…
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| Yeahhhhhh… Cause my nicca means everything
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| Got his name tatted on my body and everything
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| Keep a bytch grippin woodgrain
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| 5 double O sittin on dem white thangs
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| Not to mention all the blang in my watch and rangs
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| And the fifth that daddy dropped on my watch and chains
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| This nicca love me cause he know I do the damn thang
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| And I’m a ride of ya, put that shyt on errythang
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| We got stacks on deck, couple chickens in the coupe
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| Bad red bone thang black rims on the coupe
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| Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
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| She straight love a nicca, all she do is bragg
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| When we got I keep my strap in a leather bag
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| Shorty wanna ride with me
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| Ayyyyeeee
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| And we can get money
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| And when we get done with that we can get mo money
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| Confession like Usher, boy I got it bad
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| Every other day I gotta buy ma baby girl a bag
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| All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend
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| And a couple million dollars… ladies if you feel me holla
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| I said ladies if you feel me holla
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| Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
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| I got my mind on my money, hard on my girl
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| You know baby girl she ma world
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| And she will never tell up that on my momma
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| She say she loves me and that’s death before Dishonor!
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| And that’s the only way we know how to rock,
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| Go head baby show em the rock.
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| Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
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| I love ma nicca tell the day I die
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| No matter what I’m a be right by your side
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| I neva snitch I take it to ma grave, long as you got my back
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| I’m down for anything
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| If you ain’t got a real nicca then you can’t relate
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| Ma baby told met hat these jealous hoes love ta hate. |