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[Jadakiss] I`m feelin this hook right here Good lookin out Timbaland, y`know? [Timbaland] Uh-huh What? Uh-huh What?
[Timbaland] (Eve) [I need a ryde or die bitch] (I like to rock Prada suits and my ass is fat) [I need a ryde or die bitch] (I push a Cadillac truck with my friends in the back) [I need a ryde or die bitch] (Smoke `dro, drink liquor, like to fuck `til I cum) [I need a ryde or die bitch] (I rock a icy ass chain with a earring in my tongue)
[Jadakiss] Ha Yo, yo, yo Yeah, what`s up ma, what`s going on, I know you know `Kiss The nigga with the hot flow and a cold wrist Can flow always, sit on 4 K`s Then wait for a drought and flood `em with all `dres Ryde or die chick, hand do a B.I. Give a nigga up north some ass on a V.I. And she blackout when she in the mall Got the brand new spring Prada shit in the fall Don`t matter what size panties, fitting her small And she don`t got no problem hittin` us all And she said she got a man, but he in the fed And she miss him so much that she pee in the bed So you know I had to lighten her raw, fighting the dog Pushing the seat back gettin` right in the fall Make her use a fake credit card twice in a store Might make you do it tomorrow you triflin` whore
[Styles Paniro] I need a chick that ryde or die, pullin` the 5 Gettin` high with the Gucci frames over her eyes Sweet to the tail, still won`t fuck in the Benz cause she bought me a Polo coat and a couple of Timbs` Doobie was rap, both in the movie with gats Gave me head cause the movie was wack, word Toasted her crib, blow in the fridge, she needed to work I died and that bitch gon` put weed in my hearse Gamed her to death, tattooed my name on her neck You don`t wanna see me bangin` the left, hittin` the gas That bitch out the window poppin` heat in yo` ass You could catch Holiday in a Holiday Inn With a bad bitch swallowin` gin, word And if it got to do with money count Holiday in With my ryde or die bitch that`ll body your man You don`t like me as a artist, she gon` body your fam`
[Sheek Luchion] Uh, uh, yo Yo, when you see Sheek, don`t look at me as Sheek from The L.O.X. Look at me as that cat that know how to box Know about glocks, know about slingin` them rocks Know about runnin` from cops and switchin` up spots How to get rich, know about thuggin` a bitch Fuck `em in the park, fuck a sweet as the Ritz They like that shit, and I ain`t gotta spend no checks Fuck diamonds, all they really want is rough ass sex And they name, shout it out when I`m up at Flex I get drunk with bitches that don`t get drunk Don`t get high, have `em doing drive-by`s Shit they never did, forgetting about they kids Moms babysitting, ain`t seen her in a week I`m a bad influence to parents that hate Sheek I need a ryde or die bitch that`ll take this coke Out of town, and come back and breakdown when I`m broke, what
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