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letra de ride wit em - enphamus

[intro:]
(lie wit’ ’em, you die wit’ ’em)
(laugh wit’ ’em, you cry wit’ ’em)
(cry wit’ ’em, you slide wit’ ’em)
(walk wit’ ’em, you ride wit’ ’em)
(leg for leg, a head for head, can’t see sh-t eye-for-eye wit’ ’em)
ayy
(come through wit’ ‘dat switch and had that sh-t inside like five n-ggas)
uh

[chorus:]
lie wit’ ’em, you die wit’ ’em
laugh wit’ ’em, you cry wit’ ’em
cry wit’ ’em, you slide wit’ ’em
walk wit’ ’em, you ride wit’ ’em
leg for leg, a head for head, can’t see sh-t eye-for-eye wit’ ’em
come through wit’ ‘dat switch and had that sh-t inside like five n-ggas (boom)
he was so f-cked up, they couldn’t do his ass a autopsy
soul gone, his head gone, i think them n-ggas face-shot ‘im
all a part of god’s plan, da sayin’ the drac’ shot ‘im
up the stick and put a b-tch on ice, this ain’t no ice hockey

[verse:]
rubber band, the paper by the rack, this like a 40-piece
i just spent a dub inside of saks, i bought like four of these
90 got 360 shots like it was four of me
shot a b-tch, i’m in [?], almost got into some florida beef
you know how much coochie i done got rockin’ this louis v?
you know how much n-ggas i done shot for tryna’ tweak wit’ me?
crazy, you gon’ end up on a stone reachin’ for jewelry
how many yo’ gang put in the [?]? probably two or three
four or five, five or six
i’ve been losin’ county sh-t
i done put more spinners on the court than gregg popovich
she like, “is you really havin’ money?” ain’t it obvious?
i just call it “tired of being humble,” this ain’t c-ckiness
i’m tryna’ take a s-xy red b-tch to pound town
make a lil’ b-tch fly herself to me and find her way around
curved me back in school, i gave them same b-tches the run-around
walkin’ in the mall, i’m just gon’ “skee-yee,” turn around
[chorus:]
lie wit’ ’em, you die wit’ ’em
laugh wit’ ’em, you cry wit’ ’em
cry wit’ ’em, you slide wit’ ’em
walk wit’ ’em, you ride wit’ ’em
leg for leg, a head for head, can’t see sh-t eye-for-eye wit’ ’em
come through wit’ ‘dat switch and had that sh-t inside like five n-ggas (boom)
he was so f-cked up, they couldn’t do his ass a autopsy
soul gone, his head gone, i think them n-ggas face-shot ‘im
all a part of god’s plan, da sayin’ the drac’ shot ‘im
up the stick and put a b-tch on ice, this ain’t no ice hockey

[verse 2:]
face-id a n-gga while he dead, then reset his phone
almost didn’t recognize me, bust him in his f-ckin’ dome
punchin’ d-ck into a skeezer back, i’m tryna’ touch a bone
if you ever see me gettin’ who? i’m a f-ckin’ clone
rock, paper, scissors, shoot
clutchin’, i’m gon’ shoot at you
spin him like a hula hoop
see dead n-ggas like scooby-doo
asian b-tch so quick to chop a brick on my lil’ wendy woo
slide through wit’ the fire, he seen us stargazing like looney tunes
when i’m speakin’ ’bout a dollar, that’s in general
walk in [?] wit’ a fifty, they think i’m a criminal
n-ggas ain’t direct and i can’t entertain subliminals
sorry, i’m no gentleman, b-tch, come suck on these genitals
you ain’t from the trenches, you ain’t seen a junkie k!ll a plug
they don’t need a ticket, they gon’ k!ll you in the name of love
b-tch think he an ogre, guarantee he never ate a slug
we pulled up wit’ a hunnid’ f-ckin’ arms and gave them n-ggas hugs
uhh, d-mn, that’s a dead man
uhh, d-mn, i bet it won’t jam
uhh, pull up and spray tan
i need ’em dead, i call memo and quez and gave ’em eight grand
dead man, yeah, he’s a dead man
bwop, bwop, bwop-bwop-bwop-bwop
uh, look, you better duck, n-gga
on god, i’m tellin’ you we comin’
look, uh
[chorus:]
lie wit’ ’em, you die wit’ ’em
laugh wit’ ’em, you cry wit’ ’em
cry wit’ ’em, you slide wit’ ’em
walk wit’ ’em, you ride wit’ ’em
leg for leg, a head for head, can’t see sh-t eye-for-eye wit’ ’em
come through wit’ ‘dat switch and had that sh-t inside like five n-ggas (boom)
he was so f-cked up, they couldn’t do his ass a autopsy
soul gone, his head gone, i think them n-ggas face-shot ‘im
all a part of god’s plan, da sayin’ the drac’ shot ‘im
up the stick and put a b-tch on ice, this ain’t no ice hockey

[outro:]
(lie wit’ ’em, you die wit’ ’em)
(laugh wit’ ’em, you cry wit’ ’em)
(cry wit’ ’em, you slide wit’ ’em)
(walk wit’ ’em, you ride wit’ ’em)
(leg for leg, a head for head, can’t see sh-t eye-for-eye wit’ ’em)
(come through wit’ ‘dat switch and had that sh-t inside like five n-ggas)

- enphamus

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