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trae tha truth - ride wit me lyrics

bounce with me now, bounce
bounce with me now, bounce
bounce with me now, bounce

i stay fresher than a motherf-cker, cleaner than a pimp
big 40 got me walking with a limp
with a limp, little n-gg- getting rich
started of eating noodles every night steak and shrimp, lord
little n-gg- take a glimpse
pocket say cheese like a n-gg- taking flicks
got to think hoe, she can even take a d-ck
fly n-gg- blowing up, you would think i was a blimp
but a plane in the sky, getting brain from a dime
in the back of the jet only thing on my mind
is the money and the clothes, cars and the hoes
and my little n-gg- probably growing tall, getting old
what your life like, sir
money machines sounding like a typewriter
probably eat the p-ssy but i wouldn’t wife her
all the floor, vent the door, i pull out like skrr
kitty and the engine might purr
sipping on the lean so a n-gg- might slur
promethazine make my vision go blur
and these diamonds on my neck and my wrist like burr
so cold, oh no i ain’t gotta go go
’cause my presi rose gold and i’m balling pro bowl
romo n-gg-s quarterbacking with my old hoe
but i ain’t tripping yolo, n-gg-

n-gg-s say they keep the flave’ but it ain’t like that
try me, i go hard in the paint right quick
laugh at a n-gg- tryna take my pic
in a new white 645 white brick
bank roll like d with a bit like this
throat n-gg-, no, you ain’t rich in my clique
got sh-t on my clique, n-gg- ask your b-tch
i call her right quick, she get on my d-ck
n-gg- get like that, get like that
f-ck -ss n-gg- come and get like that
get like that, get like that
sucker -ss n-gg- can’t get like that
come and get like that, get like that
p-ssy -ss n-gg-s can’t get like that
come and get like that, get like that
y’all sucker n-gg-s can’t get like that

riding in something, better put up with something you can’t claim
crown me in the city as king, it ain’t changed
ain’t no n-gg- hotter than me, i’m covered in flames
renovated the chains so haters can look strange
young n-gg- fly on they -ss, i got wayne
cover the trail, shooters for haters, we got game
still pull up in the hood, get work and dump change
didn’t pull up in your city, get hit and jump planes
southwest rock star, guns and roses
been a stiff n-gg-, bet your -ss can’t fold this
n-gg-s on d-ck, tell ’em n-gg-s to hold this
all black coupe, you seen how i roll this
everything ice, n-gg-, ain’t i the coldest
top neck bank, b-tch, i’m easy to notice
hundred grand cash, make it easy to focus
rich broke n-gg-, lord knows i’m hopeless
straight up off the gutter with the rats and the roaches
louis vuitton belt, put it right where the roast is
putting bad b-tches on my two leg coaches
i ain’t here to block, i call please, run that p-ssy then i probably part ways
hustle gang b-tch, count money all day

hundred in my pocket i’m a partner staying trippin’
with a bunch of cali n-gg-s in the neighborhood crippin’
a n-gg- want to talk, send a n-gg- on a mission
hit a n-gg- with a chopper, make a n-gg- come up missing
play no game, n-gg-, know my real
save me the trouble, n-gg-, check yourself
extendo clip, n-gg-, check my belt
all we do is get money in the game, got real
hustle game over everything, n-gg-, no exceptions
i’m crazy on the phone, i can hear you, no reception
n-gg- try me in this song, have mercy, god bless you
i’m a motherf-cking king, why’d i care about a p-ssy
i’m chasing all profession, i’m getting all the money
lame -ss n-gg-s can’t get sh-t fronted
i got a group of young n-gg-s going hit lip for me
ask a hater f-ck a name, never did sh-t for me
75 on the wrist got a hundred on the neck
kill a n-gg- get a life sentence and respect
another one in front of that
with a group of bad b-tches say they want it from the back
a n-gg- try to do respect, i ain’t playing none of that
shorty hit ’em with the tech, lay the n-gg- on his back
fly now, pull a 9 on a n-gg-

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