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letra de ride 4 me - rome streetz

[verse: rome streetz]
would ya ride for me?
would you stay down?
be loyal and never lie to me?
i guess time will tell, but you fine as h-ll
designer smells, hypnotic putting guys in spells
don diva money on her nails
eyes on the prize slowly pullin’ on a l
could you be my ghetto mona lisa?
foot on the pedal ride shotgun while i hold metal you hold the reefer
twenty five acting like she thirty three
body bad as f-ck with no surgery
attitude on khalees’ to say the least she know she a piece
trophy for every hustler movin’ in these city streets
her pops used to rob banks in the eighties
made a lot of guap, got knocked and left it to his lady
she told me that material items will never phase me
don’t try to play me, just keep it official and we’ll be wavy
i said baby “you dealing with the realest sh-t”
where we could go is limitless
tryna put the world in a gorilla grip
i struck my perfect match, spark a flame in the hood
everything was goin’ bad until she asked me “what’s good?”
[hook: rome streetz]
would ya ride for me?
would ya lie for me?
ruger by the thigh for me
right hand high for me

[verse: rome streetz]
shordie got all my attention that don’t happen easily
got the type of energy i feel i always need with me
she like a drug trippin, thinkin’ i don’t even need the trees
gangster like stoney but she smart, got three degrees
still keep the read or write busting moves, visa screens
just wanted to get a g to write and i keep it g
showed how to separate the ounces, what the work is worth
put a little in a baggy, put a little in her purse
bonnie sh-t, bad, boujee the punani lit
s-x like a blue movie, how she do me i don’t wanna dip
and she so supportive, stayed down when everybody forfeit
she call me out on my bullsh-t
the trigger to my bl!cker
g sh-t she ain’t even with the mix up
thinkin’ me and her could go the distance
the only ones i trust besides my moms and my brother
no doubt that i love her and i never use a rubber
sneak an uzi on an island in her army jacket lining
if the police ever find em’, they owe money she be grindin’
i struck my perfect match, spark a flame in the hood
everything was goin’ bad until she asked me “what’s good?”
[hook: rome streetz]
would ya ride for me?
would ya lie for me?
ruger by the thigh for me
right hand high for me

- rome streetz

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