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Spice 1

"Ride Wit Me"

(Chorus) 2x
Baby come and go on this jack with me
Come and do some savage thug sh*t with me
If I die up in this drama
Would you ride for me?
You can be like Bonnie and Clyde with me

(Verse 1):
f*ckin' on the hood of my Benz
Robbin' some of your old boyfriends (boyfriends)
Dressed in black like twins (like twins)
You sexy I'm saggin' (saggin')
b*tch put this clip in your purse (your purse)
Cause we about to go do some dirt (dirt)
These n*ggas think you won't ride (won't ride)
Comin' with the element of surprise
I be hidin' in back up the trunk
Leave it half unlock so I can dump
Muthaf*cka
These b*tch n*ggas play ho games (ho games)
But the sh*t gon stop today
Cause I'mma take this AK (AK)
Stick a Glock in your lingerie
And we gon handle this sh*t like G's , b*tch (biAAtch!)
You can distract 'em with your cleavage
(you know I'm sayin' hahaha)
Kick on back with Spice 1 (spice 1)
Baby, you can ride shotgun (shotgun)
Little rings around your titty-nipples
While I'm puffin' on my blunt (my blunt)
Just some gangsta sh*t that I do (I do)
When I ride with me and you (me and you)
We alone in the middle of the night
Rubbin' my .44 between your thighs
You ain't scared it's the thug in me
Got your lips on my neck and you're huggin' me
Tinted bulletproof window so they can't see
Just a down-ass b*tch and a hard-ass G
Hahaahaahha

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(Verse 2):
Feelin' on your ass while you're bustin' out the roof
Yellin' : 187 out the stolen coupe (coupe)
Baby come and go on this lick with me
Born killers like 'Mickey' and 'Malorie'
You in love with a fugitive
Po-po lookin' for me where I used to live
Ain't got no more jail time to give
B-a-b-a bomb first my prerogative
When I see your G-string in a hot tub
Clips and gats all around makin' hot love
And you're always down for a lil' sex , money and murder
Laids up with a reload the gun won't me to serve ya
Got you lost in a thug world
Fully loaded magazine playin' with your pearl
Crystal kinda ?? by the pool-side
Got two twin-Glocks : Hers and His Nines
Other hoes is fakin' you're the realest
When it come to nanana you got the illest
Got a n*gga hittin' switches in the king-size
Me and you get dressed and goin' Hoo-ride
That's how we do it
Some haters ?????
Me and my b*tch got you mark-ass n*ggas scared
If you don't comin' with the money she gon empty lead
Leave a n*gga in a hooptie with a half-head

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