Horseshoe Gang - Ride Or Die Chick lyrics

[Hook: Demetrius Capone] I need me a ride or die chick that'll let that shotty pop Hold it down when I'm out of town, no lie Tell me are you really that ride or die Are you really my Bonnie ma Are you really that ride or die [Verse 1: Demetrius Capone] Baby girl I'mma just be honest, I'm lookin' for a Cookie Johnson I'm lookin' for the chick that got one of my ribs And I'm wonderin' would she promise To never be willin' to snitch if ever I'm pinch Or in a twist, and could she honest- Ly, see herself with a n***a like my cuz wifey would be the accomplice Adrenaline rush, I think I'm in love and I think I'm in lust She's down to ride the minute we f** Ain't nothin' like the criminal with a feminine touch That's her, she got a college degree A top model and she really down to ride in the streets She got a problem with whoever got a problem with me She independent but she also wanna follow my lead [Verse 2: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero] That's all that I need, a women that's followin' me And she ain't trippin' off them other b**hes all in my team She the star of my team, she got us a ring And all you n***as think you ballin', but she out of your league I know she got me and them other n***as, yo, they don't seem happy They lowkey mad cuz she got the C.O.B tat on her back and she call me daddy Pullin' up in the droptop McLaren with a bad b**h that's top notch, and yeah they all stop and stare like I shot the sheriff If you f** with her then I'll pop the Deringer I need a good wife to [?], cook like her momma but look Rihanna Columbiana sk**s just like Saldana, don't look now but the hook's right behind ya [Hook: Demetrius Capone] [Verse 3: Julius Luciano] I got a bad a** chick, that's that sh** Whatever I need she gon' let me have that sh** Y'all know what I mean, she stay in her lowrider jeans but she not on no half-a** sh** She put it down on the streets for me, even in the sheets for me Even if police throw me in cuffs, she get rough When that heats on me, blast that piece for me She gon' even breathe for me, it's nothin' She hella proper, flier than a helicopter Call her mom, Michelle Obama mixed with LaLa But she not with that melodrama, I don't need to be inhalin' marijuana, little momma keep me high-igh Ever since I've been around her, people ask me how I found her, I might need to wedding gown her I'll be hittin' her hard, I don't mean Chris Brown her She my jet fuel, wouldn't be fly without her [Verse 4: Kenny] I deny to doubt her, if I keep her I'll live a life without her When I'm [not on weed?] and I need to suprised, she'll pull out purse She surprise me like a outburst from a person with Tourrettes No servant but she's worshippin' me, yes She heard em and she merked em in that dress The perkiest of the breasts, I'm certain that her t**n' is the best She got my name in cursive on her flesh K-E-double N-y, she gets attention as soon as she hits the scene Like a Mercedes, [???], she's up for everything, down for anything Against the world, she take many swings Fightin' with me til the last round Compare her to the act of sittin', she's just a** down [Hook: Demetrius Capone] [Outro] I got a ride or die chick that's down with me I got a ride or die chick, ey ey ey I got a ride or die chick that's down with me I got a ride, I got a ride or die