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T.I. - Ride Wit Me lyrics
[Intro] Let's get it homeboy! Y'all already know what is man, this ain't nuttin new to y'all man! T.I.P., Pimp $quad Click ya understand that? King of the South! Hey! Westside of the A-Town, nigga you don't know no better nigga BANKHEAD!! [T.I. over Intro] Aye... Aye... Grand Hustle c'mon and kick it wit' me for a minute Y'know what I'm sayin', come and ride wit' ya boy man, Hey! Y'all ready know what it is, aye.. We gone swing by some sororities y'know what I'm sayin' We gone ride down Bankhead my nigga C'mon and ride wit' me right quick aight? [Chorus] Come and ride wit' me nigga, lemme show you where we kick it at Where them suckers get it at and hustlas keep the chickens at Ride wit' me nigga, lemme show you where we kick it at Where hoe niggaz be snitchin' at and often come up missin' at Ride wit' me nigga, lemme show you where we kick it at Where them killers livin' at and T.I.P. be trillin' at Ride wit' a G, come and ride wit' a G All through the A.T.L., come and ride wit' a G [T.I.] See me ridin' through Atlanta in a Phantom wit' the double door Make these bitches wonder what he be in so much trouble for I'm touching folk, anytime they trying Grand Hustle folk I'm busting folk, what the fuck we arguing, fussin, cussin' for? You lucky hoe, couple of years ago I prolly cut your throat But fuck it though, what I'm spending somethin' on a nothing fo' Well-known flow, man I got this shit from Simpson Road Adamsville, Born Holmes, Center Hill, Zone 4. A drop top, flip flop, shine as the chrome glow When T.I.P. pop out the roof "What he up in Herndon Homes fo'?" Along though, shit he jus' doin' what he known for Blowin' 'dro, 24, livin' how the song go Rubber burnt, turn the corners, beatin' like a Congo You try to jack I pull the strap, it's +ASAP+ pronto King of the South, every hood's head honcho I'm Westside certified, go run a fuckin' hood yo [Chorus] [T.I.] I done told y'all I'ma O.G., never had cold feet You end up with no teeth, nigga +U Don't Know Me+ I'll knock ya off ya feet, put holes in ya until ya clothes leak Tossed it in the river like I threw away my old heat You chose to oppose me? Who the fuck you s'posed to be? Mechanicsville and Summer Hill, Zone 3 that roll wit' me No hoes wit' me, you know all that blow before they sold me? I'm everything you s'posed to be, boy ain't no runnin' over me Kick it wit' the +King+ and lemme show you what I mean man Most these niggaz rappin' about a block, ain't never seen Nan Real niggaz recognize, real niggaz and you ain't nan You don't know how to stab a nigga dead, keep a clean hand Sell a block for 24, you got's to 17 gram From Eastside niggaz and Kirkwood and Little Vietnam These 26's keep the attention of bitches Come and ride wit' me pimpin', lemme show you how we get it [Chorus] [T.I.] Alabama, Mississippi, come and ride wit' a G Dallas ride wit' a G, Houston ride wit' a G Carolinas, Virginia, Philly come and ride wit' a G Memphis ride wit' a G, Chicago ride wit' a G California, Florida, Detroit they all gon' ride wit' a G Phoenix ride wit' a G, St. Louis ride wit' a G Seattle ride wit' a G, Jersey ride wit' a G Vegas, New York, and D.C. they all ride wit' a G. [Chorus] |
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