Spice 1 - Ride Wit Me lyrics

(Chorus) 2x Baby come and go on this jack with me Come and do some savage thug sh** with me If I die up in this drama Would you ride for me? You can be like Bonnie and Clyde with me (Verse 1): f**in' on the hood of my Benz Robbin' some of your old boyfriends (boyfriends) Dressed in black like twins (like twins) You s**y I'm saggin' (saggin') b**h put this clip in your purse (your purse) Cause we about to go do some dirt (dirt) These n***as think you won't ride (won't ride) Comin' with the element of surprise I be hidin' in back up the trunk Leave it half unlock so I can dump Muthaf**a These b**h n***as play hoe games (hoe games) But the sh** gon stop today Cause I'ma take this AK (AK) Stick a Glock in your lingerie And we gon handle this sh** like G's , b**h (biAAtch!) You can distract 'em with your cleavage (you know I'm sayin' hahaha) Kick on back with Spice 1 (spice 1) Baby, you can ride shotgun (shotgun) Little rings around your titty-nipples While I'm puffin' on my blunt (my blunt) Just some gangsta sh** that I do (I do) When I ride with me and you (me and you) We alone in the middle of the night Rubbin' my .44 between your thighs You ain't scared it's the thug in me Got your lips on my neck and you're huggin' me Tinted bulletproof window so they can't see Just a down-a** b**h and a hard-a** G Hahaahaahha (Chorus): (Verse 2): Feelin' on your a** while you're bustin' out the roof Yellin' : 187 out the stolen coupe (coupe) Baby come and go on this lick with me Born k**ers like 'Mickey' and 'Malorie' You in love with a fugitive Po-po lookin' for me where I used to live ain't got no more jail time to give B-a-b-a bomb first my prerogative When I see your G-string in a hot tub Clips and gats all around makin' hot love And you're always down for a lil' s** , money and murder Laids up with a reload the gun won't me to serve ya Got you lost in a thug world Fully loaded magazine playin' with your pearl Crystal kinda ?? by the pool-side Got two twin-Glocks : Hers and His Nines Other hoes is fakin' you're the realest When it come to nanana you got the illest Got a n***a hittin' switches in the king-size Me and you get dressed and goin' Hoo-ride That's how we do it Some haters ????? Me and my b**h got you mark-a** n***as scared If you don't comin' with the money she gon empty lead Leave a n***a in a hooptie with a half-head (Chorus):