Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): Lana Moorer, T Mosley, E Lumpkin, Gerard Alexander Harmon, Keith A. Wilkins, Robert Lee Green Jr, J Douglass, T Harmon
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Spice 1Ride Wit Me Lyrics:
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?
We can be like Bonnie and Clyde with me
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?
We can be like Bonnie and Clyde
Fuckin' on the hood of my Benz
Robbin' some of your old boyfriends
Dressed in black like twins
You sexy I'm saggin'
Bitch, put this clip in your purse
Cause we about to go do some dirt
These niggas think you 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
But the shit gon stop today 'cause I'ma take this AK
Stick a Glock in your lingerie
And we gon handle this shit like G's , bitch
You can distract 'em with your cleavage
Kick on back with Spice 1, baby, you can ride shotgun
Little rings around your titty nipples
While I'm puffin' on my blunt
Just some gangsta shit that I do
When I ride with 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
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?
We can be like Bonnie and Clyde with me
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?
We can be like Bonnie and Clyde
Feelin' on your ass while you're bustin' out the roof
Yellin', 187 out the stolen 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
Ba, ba, 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
Leads 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 [Incomprehensible] by the pool-side
Got two twin glocks, hers and his nines
Other hoes is fakin', you're the realest
When it come to na na na 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 [Incomprehensible]
Me and my bitch got you mark ass niggas scared
If you don't comin' with the money, she gonna empty lead
Leave a nigga in a hooptie with a half head
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?
We can be like Bonnie and Clyde with me
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?
We can be like Bonnie and Clyde
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