Lyrics Ride Wit Me - JT
Uh-huh,
Dip
Set
bitch
YEA
You
know
...
yea
(yea)
yea
Ok
...
Niggas
come
along
would
you
ride
wit
me...(go
come
on)
Bitches
come
along
would
you
ride
wit
me...(go
come
on)
People
come
along
would
you
ride
wit
me...(go
come
on)
Ride
me
wit,
ride
wit
me,
ride
wit
me...(come
on)
Niggas
come
along
would
you
ride
wit
me...(go
come
on)
Bitches
come
along
would
you
ride
wit
me...(go
come
on)
People
come
along
would
you
ride
wit
me...(go
come
on)
Ride
me
wit,
ride
wit
me,
ride
wit
me...(come
on)
I'm
over
dosin'
again...
I'm
over
smokin'
again...
That
potent
smoke
I'm
smokin'...
Is
comatosin'
my
wind...
And
I
only
know
a
few
friends
that's
also
loco
to
men...(come
on)
They
will
see
for
the
whole
Volvo
you
in...
And
ladies
let
me
zoom
zoom,
all
through
ya
poom
poom...
And
this
a
beat
Santana's
boom
boom,
boom
room...(yup)
I'm
a
new
breed
and
what
y'all
call
true
Gs...
Imma
start
to
make
you
fleas
start
to
salute
me...(come
on)
Swim
fish
I'm
a
shark
in
this
blue
sea...
Hungry
I
swam
from
Anarctica's
blue
sea...
Override
the
pressure,
for
coke
I
buy
compressors...
Over
size
then
stretch
it,
til
its
over
size
then
sell
it...
Over
the
shellin',
then
over
size
the
swellin'...
Over
pop
the
lead
and
then
over
size
his
melon...(go-come
on)
That's
what
you
call
over
shot
you
get
it...
I'm
over
hot
you
get
it,
like
coke
and
pot
you
get
it...
Niggas
come
along
would
you
ride
wit
me...(go
come
on)
Bitches
come
along
would
you
ride
wit
me...(go
come
on)
People
come
along
would
you
ride
wit
me...(go
come
on)
Ride
me
wit,
ride
wit
me,
ride
wit
me...(come
on)
Niggas
come
along
would
you
ride
wit
me...(go
come
on)
Bitches
come
along
would
you
ride
wit
me...(go
come
on)
People
come
along
would
you
ride
wit
me...(go
come
on)
Ride
me
wit,
ride
wit
me,
ride
wit
me...(come
on)
You
know
a
ride
ain't
safe...(warning)
As
I
flyin
up
8th...(warning)
Gettin'
high
like
space
(warning)
4-5
on
waist...(Taft,
on
waist
nigga)
We
don't
need
to
see
no
badge...
Cause
we
racin'
up
on
this
highway
speedin'
like
we
gon'
crash...
Lets
go
sight
seein'
through
this
Cold
night
scene
got
my
homie
shot
dead...
He
was
only
nineteen...
(nineteen
R.I.P.)
They
blew
his
brains
off
his
shoulders...
That
petty
money
over
slangin'
them
boulders...
Pumpin'
grams
off
the
stoop...(uh
huh)
Cold
night
sold
white
duckin'
the
fam
Full
of
spooks...(watch
the
squalies)
Hundred
gram
on
them
coupes...
Blow
dice,
roll
dice
hundred
hand
to
the
duece...(lifes
a
gamble)
I
done
spent
some
days
in
the
mist
of
the
Jects
gettin'
bent
some
days...(twisted
backwards)
Wit
my
triple
O
sent
runnin
up
on
you
niggas
Cause
that
rent
had
to
be
paid...(thats
right)
Niggas
come
along
would
you
ride
wit
me...(go
come
on)
Bitches
come
along
would
you
ride
wit
me...(go
come
on)
People
come
along
would
you
ride
wit
me...(go
come
on)
Ride
me
wit,
ride
wit
me,
ride
wit
me...(come
on)
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