Trae

Trae - Ride Wit Me lyrics

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Bounce with me now, bounce

Bounce with me now, bounce

Bounce with me now, bounce
I stay fresher than a motherfucker, cleaner than a pimp

Big 40 got me walking with a limp

With a limp, little nigga getting rich

Started of eating noodles every night steak and shrimp, lord

Little nigga take a glimpse

Pocket say cheese like a nigga taking flicks

Got to think hoe, she can even take a dick

Fly nigga blowing up, you would think I was a blimp

But a plane in the sky, getting brain from a dime

In the back of the jet only thing on my mind

Is the money and the clothes, cars and the hoes

And my little nigga probably growing tall, getting old

What your life like, sir

Money machines sounding like a typewriter

Probably eat the pussy but I wouldn't wife her

All the floor, vent the door, I pull out like skrr

Kitty and the engine might purr

Sipping on the lean so a nigga might slur

Promethazine make my vision go blur

And these diamonds on my neck and my wrist like burr

So cold, oh no I ain't gotta go go

'Cause my Presi rose gold and I'm balling Pro Bowl

Romo niggas quarterbacking with my old hoe

But I ain't tripping yolo, nigga
Niggas say they keep the flave' but it ain't like that

Try me, I go hard in the paint right quick

Laugh at a nigga tryna take my pic

In a new white 645 white brick

Bank roll like D with a bit like this

Throat nigga, no, you ain't rich in my clique

Got shit on my clique, nigga ask your bitch

I call her right quick, she get on my dick

Nigga get like that, get like that

Fuck ass nigga come and get like that

Get like that, get like that

Sucker ass nigga can't get like that

Come and get like that, get like that

Pussy ass niggas can't get like that

Come and get like that, get like that

Y'all sucker niggas can't get like that
Riding in something, better put up with something you can't claim

Crown me in the city as king, it ain't changed

Ain't no nigga hotter than me, I'm covered in flames

Renovated the chains so haters can look strange

Young nigga fly on they ass, I got Wayne

Cover the trail, shooters for haters, we got game

Still pull up in the hood, get work and dump change

Didn't pull up in your city, get hit and jump planes

Southwest rock star, Guns and Roses

Been a stiff nigga, bet your ass can't fold this

Niggas on dick, tell 'em niggas to hold this

All black coupe, you seen how I roll this

Everything ice, nigga, ain't I the coldest

Top neck bank, bitch, I'm easy to notice

Hundred grand cash, make it easy to focus

Rich broke nigga, lord knows I'm hopeless

Straight up off the gutter with the rats and the roaches

Louis Vuitton belt, put it right where the roast is


Putting bad bitches on my two leg coaches

I ain't here to block, I call please, run that pussy then I probably part ways

Hustle gang bitch, count money all day
Niggas say they keep the flave' but it ain't like that

Try me, I go hard in the paint right quick

Laugh at a nigga tryna take my pic

In a new white 645 white brick

Bank roll like D with a bit like this

Throat nigga, no, you ain't rich in my clique

Got shit on my clique, nigga ask your bitch

I call her right quick, she get on my dick

Nigga get like that, get like that

Fuck ass nigga come and get like that

Get like that, get like that

Sucker ass nigga can't get like that

Come and get like that, get like that

Pussy ass niggas can't get like that

Come and get like that, get like that

Y'all sucker niggas can't get like that
Hundred in my pocket I'm a partner staying trippin'

With a bunch of Cali niggas in the neighborhood crippin'

A nigga want to talk, send a nigga on a mission

Hit a nigga with a chopper, make a nigga come up missing

Play no game, nigga, know my real

Save me the trouble, nigga, check yourself

Extendo clip, nigga, check my belt

All we do is get money in the game, got real

Hustle game over everything, nigga, no exceptions

I'm crazy on the phone, I can hear you, no reception

Nigga try me in this song, have mercy, God bless you

I'm a motherfucking king, why'd I care about a pussy

I'm chasing all profession, I'm getting all the money

Lame ass niggas can't get shit fronted

I got a group of young niggas going hit lip for me

Ask a hater fuck a name, never did shit for me

75 on the wrist got a hundred on the neck

Kill a nigga get a life sentence and respect

another one in front of that

With a group of bad bitches say they want it from the back

A nigga try to do respect, I ain't playing none of that

Shorty hit 'em with the Tech, lay the nigga on his back

Fly now, pull a 9 on a nigga
Niggas say they keep the flave' but it ain't like that

Try me, I go hard in the paint right quick

Laugh at a nigga tryna take my pic

In a new white 645 white brick

Bank roll like D with a bit like this

Throat nigga, no, you ain't rich in my clique

Got shit on my clique, nigga ask your bitch

I call her right quick, she get on my dick

Nigga get like that, get like that

Fuck ass nigga come and get like that

Get like that, get like that

Sucker ass nigga can't get like that

Come and get like that, get like that

Pussy ass niggas can't get like that

Come and get like that, get like that

Y'all sucker niggas can't get like that


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