Let Me Ride ft. Rick Ross
Trick Daddy
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Do you have a track, Chevrolet
Let me ride
If you have a fifth, or a Chevy
It gets me high
Do a straight, Escalade
Watch my tires
T double D, thuggin' and
Boss ride or die
I used to be a polo kid
Told my thot, all of the stupid shit that I did
I used to sport it, and talk about it
That's the only reason why the shorties
In the hood all went out and bought it
But, Mr. Rapper, you's a fag from the past
You're Polo jeans, sportin' golf, y'all can kiss my ass
Thug niggas goin' back to the basis
I'm in this Iceberg, and I'm servin' it, a thug and a menace
But first off, this is T double
When I hit you with this K cutter, you turn 'bout three colors
Go get your boyfriend or big brother, I don't care
Bitch, I'm the Dade County mayor, slash player
Hold up, 'cause Mr. Dolla's got it sewed up
It's time for the awards, so Billboard, what's the hold up?
A new category, Thug of the Year
And I'm the ultimate thug, the rest is bustas and scrubs, come on
Do you have a track, Chevrolet
Let me ride
If you have a fifth, or a Chevy
It gets me high
Do a straight, Escalade
Watch my tires
T double D, thuggin' and
Boss ride or die
You know it's your boy, R. Raw, the overweight hell of a nigga
So Pimpalicious, I'm sittin' in it
If you're sittin' on serious inches
We get sucked in Cocos, it's serious business
Hit the door, bouncers don't touch
They know us, ounces go up, I'm no duck, and know what?
I shake Cris', let it bubble back
I'm leanin' on a double stack, and ready to fuck
Trick already told me y'all ain't ready for us
We make way in the club, wavin' the snub, come play with a thug
I'll let y'all lay in the mud
I Bally and Prada, Denali the spot up, enough music to wake Pac up
Keep your Glocks up, you wanna stop us
True hustlin' chart toppers, knock sparkers
Until we indicted, or God got us
I'ma dream big in a sick Caddy with Trick Daddy on green, bitch
Do you have a track, Chevrolet
Let me ride
If you have a fifth, or a Chevy
It gets me high
Do a straight, Escalade
Watch my tires
T double D, thuggin' and
Boss ride or die
And so these hoes think I'm mannish
Oh hell, they ask me where I got my manners
Bitch, ask your man and
I slap a bitch in a minute, goddammit
I'ma say that twice, goddammit, I motherfuckin' mean it
You know me, I'm O.G., plus I'm 'bout money
The last nigga that found a gun in a 600 still runnin'
So what's the call? Mayhem or murder
Who was the killer? Shh, bitch, I'll kill ya
'Cause where I'm from, snitches never make it to court
Plus I'm a thug nigga, bitch, and I'll never get caught
I'm 'bout to set up shop, weed, lace, and rocks
And when it come to the cops, you catch this shit on cops
This ain't no motherfuckin' hangout
We don't smoke, eat, or fuck, and slang 'caine out the same damn house
And this is Thug Life, not a sitcom
Plus we got big guns, so fuck niggas, game out
Do you have a track, Chevrolet
Let me ride
If you have a fifth, or a Chevy
It gets me high
Do a straight, Escalade
Watch my tires
T double D, thuggin' and
Boss ride or die