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lirik lagu ride off – psychopathic rydas

[verse 1: bullet]
i’m in your face with a pistol, and you ’bout to die
and you gon’ have a f*ckin’ bullet hole for an eye
i need the keys to your house, ’cause you ain’t comin’ home
i pull the trigger and explode your dome, and then i ride off

[verse 2: full clip]
well, i don’t really know if you’ve been told
full clip pops off on semis while sippin’ on remys
oh, the f*ck yeah, and it ain’t it, boss
i miss you and hold up your mama, then ride off
[verse 3: converse]
b*tch, you makin’ me nauseous, plus i’m takin’ no losses
tell ’em converse said, “f*ck nike air forces!”
stolen porches, roll in rolls royces
but first i’ll go swoop sawed off, and thеn i ride off

[chorus: lil’ shank]
i put in a hole in your head and thеn i ride off
save the wasted breath on a buster and let my gat talk
leave that ass dead on the motherf*ckin’ sidewalk
puttin’ hot rocks in your forehead, and then i ride off

[verse 4: cell block]
man, ain’t n0body playin’ anymore
just copped a new jaguar and i drove it out the store
bag full of gats, lookin’ to line you out in chalk
catch you on the f*ckin’ corner, bust f*ckin’ some shots, and ride off

[refrain: lil’ shank]
i ride off into the night, bustin’ shots in the air
mean muggin’, runnin’ pockets like i just don’t care
sellin’ dimes, quarters, and b*tches, straight up player
i ride off out this b*tch into the atmosphere!

[verse 5: sawed off]
uh, walk into the mall, all cool and calm
leather oj gloves, about to rob hoes blind
sn*tch purse after purse ’til my hands are full
hit the exit to the grip all quick, and then i ride off
[verse 6: foe foe]
when it’s on and it’s really on, gat out the back of my window
lettin’ that b*tch go, me and my pistol
just so motherf*ckin’ off the hook
close your mouth about the game, i wrote the book, now ride off

[verse 7: full clip]
cl!ck cl!ck bang, go the gat to the teller’s face (pow!)
empty the drawers then i rob everybody in the bank (ooh!)
head to the next one, i can’t get enough
takin’ all this easy free*ass money, then i ride off

[verse 8: cell block]
it was a murder scene, a drug deal gone bad
there were bodies everywhere with guns still in hand
but i was still standing with all the lights off
so i grabbed the duffel bag of the dope, and ride off

[chorus: lil’ shank]
i put in a hole in your head and then i ride off
save the wasted breath on a buster and let my gat talk
leave that ass dead on the motherf*ckin’ sidewalk
puttin’ hot rocks in your forehead, and then i ride off

[verse 9: bullet]
players get smacked the f*ck up and then jacked for they black truck
and then i f*ckin’ run ’em over and back up
the rude boy said “a b*tch that don’t suck d*ck
should get a f*ckin’ bullet hole in her tit”, and then he rode off
[verse 10: converse]
ryda ride out when he gotta get paid
ryda ride, ryda roll, backseat, my twelve*gauge
when i bang, i bust, smokin’ angel dust
but first i knock the rust out your ass, and then i ride off

[verse 11: foe foe]
i’ma roll my window down
and point the barrel at your girlfriend’s head and leave the both of y’all dead
like blaow! splatterin’ you and your b*tch
and then i double back and get the witnesses, and then i ride off

[verse 12: sawed off]
when i be at the club, i always get mean mugged
by some little punk, motherf*ckin’, wannabe thugs
it happens all the time, so now i keep me a nine
wait in the parking lot, commit my assault, and then i ride off

[chorus: lil’ shank & bullet]
i put in a hole in your head and then i ride off
save the wasted breath on a buster and let my gat talk
leave that ass dead on the motherf*ckin’ sidewalk
puttin’ hot rocks in your forehead, and then i ride off (motherf*cker, say what?!)

[refrain: lil’ shank & bullet]
i ride off into the night, bustin’ shots in the air
mean muggin’, runnin’ pockets like i just don’t care (say what, b*tch?!)
sellin’ dimes, quarters, and b*tches, straight up player
i ride off out this b*tch into the atmosphere!

[outro: bullet & sawed off]
motherf*cker, my name is bullet ([?])
i ain’t got no hollowpoint, though b*tch, i’m smart
and know this much (what?!)
we go to the eastside of the detroit city and ride off to the west ([?] yeah! rydas!)
and then we go to the westside and ride off back to the east (shine your tires!)
we ride off! (b*tch!)
back and forth! (give me your radio)

- psychopathic rydas

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