Ride Wit Me Lyrics by Spice 1

Ride Wit Me Lyrics

    (chorus) 2x
    Baby come and go on this jack with me
    Come and do some savage thug shit 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):
    Fuckin' 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')
    Bitch put this clip in your purse (your purse)
    Cause we about to go do some dirt (dirt)
    These niggas 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
    Muthafucka
    These bitch niggas play hoe games (hoe games)
    But the shit gon stop today
    Cause i'ma take this ak (ak)
    Stick a glock in your lingerie
    And we gon handle this shit like g's , bitch (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 shit 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 bitch 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 nigga 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 bitch got you mark-ass niggas scared
    If you don't comin' with the money she gon empty lead
    Leave a nigga in a hooptie with a half-head

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