waka flocka flame – ride wit my niggaz lyrics
[intro: cartel mgm]
bust on them n-ggas, bust on them b-tches
bust on them n-ggas, bust on them b-tches
bust on them n-ggas, bust on them b-tches
ride till i die, ride till i die
ride till i die, ride till i die
ride till i die, ride till i die
ride till i die, ride till i die
[hook: cartel mgm]
ride with my n-ggas till i die, till i die
my n-gga got a glock, the other got a nine
bust on them n-ggas, bust on them b-tches
bust on them n-ggas, bust on them b-tches
ride with my n-ggas till i die, till i die
my n-gga got a glock, the other got a nine
bust on them n-ggas, bust on them b-tches
bust on them n-ggas, bust on them b-tches
[verse 1: cartel mgm]
cruising with my n-ggas, psycho, tell them to get the nine
pull the tool out and show them how to do a drive-by
yeah, i’m from the a where n-ggas spray
keep talking, boy, if you wanna die today
trap so hot, but my n-ggas still serving
deep in the game, so i never stop working
forever move bales, forever bust bricks
forever k!ll a n-gga if he ever talking sh-t
[hook: cartel mgm]
ride with my n-ggas till i die, till i die
my n-gga got a glock, the other got a nine
bust on them n-ggas, bust on them b-tches
bust on them n-ggas, bust on them b-tches
ride with my n-ggas till i die, till i die
my n-gga got a glock, the other got a nine
bust on them n-ggas, bust on them b-tches
bust on them n-ggas, bust on them b-tches
[verse 2: kinto]
f-ck that sh-t, man, i’m ’bout to bust this n-gga
chopper, nine millimeter, squad full of real k!llers
give a f-ck what you think, man, i’m f-cking brain dead
[?], zone 3 on deck
riding in the ’57, .45 and the tec
drug load from mexico, n-gga got it for the low
catch me in the club, getting crunk, yo, busting heads
catch that n-gga outside, bust that n-gga full of lead
[hook: cartel mgm]
ride with my n-ggas till i die, till i die
my n-gga got a glock, the other got a nine
bust on them n-ggas, bust on them b-tches
bust on them n-ggas, bust on them b-tches
ride with my n-ggas till i die, till i die
my n-gga got a glock, the other got a nine
bust on them n-ggas, bust on them b-tches
bust on them n-ggas, bust on them b-tches
[verse 3: waka flocka flame]
pistol whip a n-gga, d-mn near bust his eye
shoot his -ss up, make his whole family cry
pull a casket, you dumb-ss b-st-rds
it’s like elastic, how i make the kush stretch
buzz bigger than drake, rap n-ggas is fake
i’ma keep getting cake while they player hate
my momma said be cool, but the n-gga on fire
rolling and i’m high, what’s the n-gga on the liquor?
flocka!
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