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lirik lagu ridah – mikey gatt

r i d a h

i was an ugly fat kid back in high school (what? no way!)
looking mighty slick now i do (uh-huh)
feeling like a king yeah, i rule
putting in the work to be an idol
and now you’re telling me that i’m being idle
well i am an easy rider with a rifle
speaking truths that i learned from the bible
listening to you always acting so ent-tled, you’re so spiteful

he’s got three likes on his photo and he’s saying he’s gone viral
biiiiitch, shut your f-cking pie hole
always asking me what’s my goals
i’ll be shooting with the stars while you’re running in a spiral
climb my way to heaven, god’s awaiting my arrival
look me up and down, i’m an eyeful
towering above you, got me feeling homicidal
so you don’t forget, this is michael
from the im2 with my disciples

somebody’s might die tonight
somebody’s might cry tonight (yo, yo)
somebody
somebody might go and take a life tonight (yeah)
but i’m a rider up until i die (uh-huh huh, uh-huh huh)
somebody’s might die tonight (yeah, yeah)
somebody’s might cry tonight (yow)
somebody
somebody might go and take a life tonight
but i’m a rider up until i die

i want that money like bezos
coming in for your pesos
i want the sauce no mayo
better bag it when i say so
i ain’t running, no chase no
don’t need a gun up in your face
same sh-t different place, huh
we don’t play it by the rules
we ain’t playing no games
now we’re speaking in code
we ain’t gonna say a name
got you taped round the mouth
i don’t know what you’re saying
take the sh-t from your house
leave the roof up in flames
and i’m smiling at the cops
they don’t know who to blame  (what? who was it?)
yeah i’m sly like a fox
they don’t know where to aim
and if i could go back i’d do it all the same

now these funny mother f-ckers tried to send me to rehab (hi, i’m mikey)
what do we have? should i recap? (please do!)
they came in for the money and the weed that we had
in my beat lab, should i repeat that? (best not)
come up in my crib, i’ll blow you up like the jihad
get the shotgun, pop one in your kneecap
now i’m on the run, go to cuba, be a free man
who thought that all i needed was a gun and a ski mask? (who knew?)

somebody’s might die tonight
somebody’s might cry tonight
somebody
somebody might go and take a life tonight
but i’m a rider up until i die
somebody’s might die tonight
somebody’s might cry tonight
somebody
somebody might go and take a life tonight
but i’m a rider up until i die

there’s not another white rapper in sight (yayyy)
that can do it like mikey
if there is then he might be
at the end of my scope when i’m sightseeing
little like wesley i will snipes him
quicker than lightening
red dot, heat shot
coming through your block in the drop top
throw you in the trunk, run it to the chop shop
your house is burning down in the back drop
burying your body in the blacktop
i put my hands together for the rap god

rider, ri-rider, rider
rider, ri-rider, rider
rider, ri-rider, rider
rider, ri-rider, rider

- mikey gatt

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