Ryde or Die, B**** Lyrics – The LOX

Ryde or Die, B**** Lyrics by The LOX

I’m feelin’ this hook right here
Uh-huh
Good lookin’ out Timbaland
What?

You know (uh)
What?
Uh-huh, what?
I need a ryde or die b#tch

(I like to rock Prada suits and my #ss is fat)
I need a ryde or die b#tch (no doubt)
(I push the Cadillac truck with my friends in the back)
I need a ryde or die b#tch (me too)

(Smoke ‘dro, drink liquor, like to f*ck ’til I c#m)
I need a ryde or die b#tch
(I rock a icy #ss chain with a earring in my tongue)
I need a ryde or die b#tch (uh-huh, come on)

(I like to rock Prada suits and my #ss is fat)
I need a ryde or die b#tch
(I push the Cadillac truck with my friends in the back)
I need a ryde or die b#tch (so what? I walk)

(Smoke ‘dro, drink liquor, like to f*ck ’til I c#m)
I need a ryde or die b#tch (ha)
(I rock a icy #ss chain with a earring in my tongue)
Yo, yo, yo

Yeah, what’s up ma, what’s goin’ on? I know you know ‘Kiss
The n#gg# with the hot flow and the cold wrist
Can flow always, who sit on 4 K’s
Then wait for a drought and flood ’em with all reys

Ryde or die chick, handle her B-I
Give a n#gg# up north some #ss on the V-I
And she blackout when she in the mall
Got the brand new sprin’ Prada sh#t in the fall

Don’t matter what size panties, fittin’ her small
And she don’t got no problem hittin’ us all
And she said she got a man, but he in the feds
And she miss him so much that she pee in the bed

So you know I had to lighten her raw, fightin’ the dog
Pushin’ the seat back gettin’ right in the Four
Make her use a fake credit card twice in the store
Might make you do it tomorrow you triflin’ wh#re, uh

I need a ryde or die b#tch (come on)
(I like to rock Prada suits and my #ss is fat)
I need a ryde or die b#tch
(I push the Cadillac truck with my friends in the back)

I need a ryde or die b#tch (come on)
(Smoke ‘dro, drink liquor, like to f*ck ’til I c#m)
I need a ryde or die b#tch (that’s right)
(I rock a icy #ss chain with a earring in my tongue)

I need a chick that ryde or die, pullin’ the fivee
Gettin’ high with the Gucci frames over her eyes
Suite to the ‘tel, still won’t f*ck in the Benz
‘Cause she bought me a Polo coat, and a couple of Timbs

Doobie was wrapped, both in the movie with gats
Gave me head ’cause the movie was wack, word!
Toast in her crib, blow in the fridge, she needed the work
If I died then that b#tch gon’ put weed in my hearse

Game to the death, tattooed my name on her neck
You don’t wanna see me bangin’ the left, hittin’ the gas
That b#tch out the window poppin’, hittin’ yo’ #ss
You could catch Holiday in the Holiday Inn

With a bad b#tch swallowin’ gin, word!
And if it got to do with money? Count Holiday in
With my ryde or die b#tch that’ll body your man
You don’t like me as a artist, she gon’ body your fam

I need a ryde or die b#tch (come on)
(I like to rock Prada suits and my #ss is fat)
I need a ryde or die b#tch
(I push a Cadillac truck with my friends in the back)

I need a ryde or die b#tch (come on)
(Smoke ‘dro, drink liquor, like to f*ck ’til I c#m)
I need a ryde or die b#tch
(I rock a icy #ss chain with a earring in my tongue)

Uh, uh, yo
Yo, when you see Sheek, don’t look at me as Sheek from The L.O.X
Look at me as that cat that know how to box
Know about Glocks, know about slingin’ them rocks

Know about runnin’ from cops and switchin’ up spots
How to get rich, know about thuggin’ a b#tch
F*ck ’em in the park, f*ck a sweet as the Ritz
They like that sh#t, and I ain’t gotta spend no checks

F*ck diamonds, all they really want is rough #ss sex
And they name shouted out when I’m up at Flex
I get drunk with b#tches that don’t get drunk
Don’t get high, have ’em doin’ drive-by’s

sh#t they never did, forgettin’ about they kids
Moms babysittin’, ain’t seen her in a week
I’m a bad influence to parents, they hate Sheek
I need a ryde or die b#tch that’ll take this coke

Out of town, and come back and breakdown when I’m broke
I need a ryde or die b#tch (come on)
(I like to rock Prada suits and my #ss is fat)
I need a ryde or die b#tch

(I push a Cadillac truck with my friends in the back)
I need a ryde or die b#tch (come on)
(Smoke ‘dro, drink liquor, like to f*ck ’til I c#m)
I need a ryde or die b#tch

(I rock a icy #ss chain with a earring in my tongue)
I need a ryde or die b#tch (come on)
(I like to rock Prada suits and my #ss is fat)
I need a ryde or die b#tch

(I push a Cadillac truck with my friends in the back)
I need a ryde or die b#tch (come on)
(Smoke ‘dro, drink liquor, like to f*ck ’til I c#m)
I need a ryde or die b#tch

(I rock a icy #ss chain with a earring in my tongue)
Come on
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The LOX Lyrics – Ryde or Die, B****

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Ryde or Die, B****