Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song We Ride , by - Z-Ro. Release date: 19.09.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
We Ride |
| The top back, like a old nigga hairline |
| Oh you looking for a woman, you can have mine |
| My pimping iPhone, unlimited airtime |
| Use to see her for free, but she charging a fee now |
| Cause she with me now, she rolling with a boss |
| Loving the passenger side, what the fuck is in the house |
| And with her head in my lap, you know what’s in her mouth |
| My slab newborn baby, booty smooth |
| J-Dawg told you, what them swangas do to you |
| Have you chunking the deuce, to a person you never knew |
| Never leave home without it, that’s something you better do |
| Got my FN-57, and a baretta too |
| Falling asleep at the light, is something I never do |
| That’s giving jackers an opportunity, to get to you |
| One hand on the wheel, other hand on the money |
| I die behind mine, 'fore they take something from me yeah |
| Puerto Rican in the front, backseat is a Brazillian |
| I am Phillip Banks, these are both my Vivians |
| Don’t wanna fuck pussy, I wanna fuck a million |
| It’s a jungle inside, the ride reptillian |
| Gators on my toes too, call em step-tillians |
| Lunch where the water, ten dollars not Bennigans |
| Hypnotize hoes, looking into them spinning rims |
| Never retweet a hater, they are not worth mentioning |
| Maryland to Michigan, any city they see me in |
| Real Milwaukee, that’s the birthplace of Pimpin' Ken |
| No squares in my family, I’m not kin to them |
| Excuse my rudeness, I never been a gentleman |
| Old romances, be damned if I rekindle them |
| Cutlass is one of the first cars, I was flipping in |
| In the front El Debarge, in the back Barry White |
| Hoe we rolling in a concert, on wheels tonight that’s right |
| Limousine tint, you can’t see inside |
| If TV’s ain’t in it, you can’t get me to ride |
| This the fo' do' edition, not the cheaper kind |
| Three four seven dollar can ride, I don’t need a dime |
| So much money now, I be running from taxes |
| Suit and tie nigga, money still under the mattress |
| Send her out in the cold, she brought me back a stack quick |
| White hoes heels break, hard to pimp a black bitch |
| But I don’t love you hoes, I love my ends |
| One deep for life, what the fuck is a friend |
| Before I lose it, I’ma try to count to ten |
| Fuck a grenade, with no pin |
| You know I’m looking, through Louis Vuitton lens |
| H-I-D lights, the road is never thin |
| Houston all the way to Miami, before the gears shift |
| Cup thicker than Buffie the Body, no beer bitch yeah |