Songtext:
[jadakiss] Folien erstellen I'm feeling this hook right here Good looking out timbaland You know [timbaland] Uh-huh What? Uh-huh What?
<chorus> [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) <repeat 2x's w/ slight variations by jadakiss>
[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
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[styles paniro] I need a chick that ryde or die, pullin' the 5 Gettin' high with the coogi frames over her eyes Sweet to the tail, still won't fuck in a benz 'cuz she bought me a polo coat and a couple of timbs' Doobie was rap, both in the movie with gats Gave me head 'cuz 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 to 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'
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[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
