Spice 1 - Ride Wit Me lyrics

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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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