Ryde or die, right or wrong Niggas wit'cha by your side 'til the storm Then they split, don't wanna ride to the storm (I love you my nigga) Shoulda known that was bullshit all along
I been doin this for a minute So with or without you I'ma get it, cause I'm in it to win it I put in work, paid my dues Stepped in dirt, changed my shoes Got those dirty, asked God for a new pair And He musta heard me; thought I was worthy Taught me to listen cause in New York The rule is the more you know the less you talk So if you fake niggas actin like you down for the kid When it goes back, don't be around for shit That's why niggas like you get found in a ditch You ain't built for war, actin like a bitch
Ryde or die, right or wrong Niggas wit'cha by your side 'til the storm Then they split, don't wanna ride to the storm (I love you my nigga) Shoulda known that was bullshit all along
We all in the sunshine, we all want the fun time So niggas forget that it is gon' rain sometime Whatever the weather We supposed to be in this together, B.F.W. forever I see now that y'all niggas been takin shit lightly One minute you love me, next you wanna fight me Am I gon' lose? Not likely And even though we both know that you a cat, you still be tryin to bite me C'mon vato, gato That's a real bitch move you made, you know the rest, uh-oh Walk like a man you gots to talk like a man Chin up, with a limp, dick in your hand!
Ryde or die, right or wrong Niggas wit'cha by your side 'til the storm Then they split, don't wanna ride to the storm (I love you my nigga) Shoulda known that was bullshit all along
Whatever the fuck I do I go all out Wait for a few days, ryde or die, fuck out bitch! I ain't got time for these cats that wanna pretend Like they gon' ride 'til the end Cause soon as you hit a bump niggas jump ship But when it's all good same niggas suck dick Money is the root of all evil I ain't a fake nigga, and never had a reason to deceive you Don't nobody do for me, but me A nigga gon' be alright, you'll see When I need a friend, God sends me one When I need some ends, he saved me some Whatever I need I get it, so I don't want for nothin And I ain't gotta hunt for nothin Sittin on ten whips, a few chips And that mayne with the laser from the hip catch you slip
Ryde or die, right or wrong Niggas wit'cha by your side 'til the storm Then they split, don't wanna ride to the storm (I love you my nigga) Shoulda known that was bullshit all along
WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAAAAAAAT? Man, cause I'm fuckin crazy! And you all fuckin crazy! Oh my God, what have they done? What have they done? What have they done?! What have they done?! What have they done?! They don't know What have they done?! They don't know What have they done?! They don't know What have they done?! They don't know What have they done?! They don't know Grrrrrrr Ryde or die, right or wrong!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
