letra de ride or die - koujas
[intro]
i guess you just have to be prepared to die
[chorus]
she jump when she put on her jeans
the bl!ck on my side baby, not in the seat
i pop me a roxy, way too geeked
i need me a ride or die, is you wit’ me?
it’s a homicide if he play wit’ lil’ trapp
43 wit’ a box on the back
gen five, yeah my glock compact
we the slimy type, let’s just leave it at that
[verse]
why the f-ck you worried ’bout who i’m textin’?
when you cut me off first
i’m tied in on yo’ mind, yeah you stressin’
you keep thinkin’ ’bout how i did you worse
shе singin’ my songs like she wrote ‘еm
she keep reciting all my verses
she a lil’ freak, she got right to slurpin’
but she told you she a virgin
put them gloves on and we go purgin’
drums like a f-ckin’ band on us
workin’ my ass off, it’s not workin’
my bruddas in the field and i’m tryna get ’em out it
i could die you could die too, it could go anyway
i heard she got a man too, but i crushed anyway
denim j-panese, b-tch you know you can’t afford this
the b-tch that’s callin’ my celly, she way too borin’
i’m just ignorin’ the b-tch
pop me a roxy, i’m way too geeked
i’m sleep on the couch, i’m snorin’ again
pink money on her shelf
she was a homebody, now she wildin’ out
yeah, yeah
she just pulled up to casa
i just popped a roxy, now we lit
i’ll keep it a bean, i’m just tryna crush
i ain’t tryna lay and vent
i ain’t buy her chanel double c
and now she throwin’ fits
my thumbs hurtin’ and my fingers itchin’
’cause i’m steady countin’ up blues
put a box on the back and it sound like it’s glitchin’
now his brother on the news
ever since i was 18 they been sayin’ lil’ kouj the truth
my bruddas don’t play, if you play wit’ me they gon’ run up
stick ya’ up, now ya’ f-ckin’ pockets loose
in a s-class we ride comfortable
wedding cake in my blunt wit’ no wife
i just lit my spliff, i’m geeked fried
my bruddas they in too deep, we tied
flashin’ the pole even when we on live
3.5 blunt like kd, i taught that b-tch how to roll
she f-ck with the shooters, she ain’t really into them athletes
12 askin’ questions, i ain’t seen sh-t so don’t ask me
he said he gon’ slime me but he ain’t slime me
he ain’t get at me, yeah
[chorus]
she jump when she put on her jeans
the bl!ck on my side baby, not in the seat
i pop me a roxy, way too geeked
i need me a ride or die, is you wit’ me?
it’s a homicide if he play wit’ lil’ trapp
43 wit’ a box on the back
gen five, yeah my glock compact
we the slimy type, let’s just leave it at that
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