Ride or Die Chick Songtext
von Horseshoe Gang

I need me a ride or die chick that′ll let that shotty pop
Hold it down when I'm out of town, oh my
Tell me are you reAnnotateally that ride or die
Are you really my Bonnie ma
Are you really that ride or die

Baby girl I′mma just be honest, I'm lookin' for a Cookie Johnson
I′m lookin′ for the chick that got one of my ribs
And I'm wonderin′ would she promise
To never be willin' to switch if ever I′m pinch
Or in a twist, and could she honest-
Ly, see herself with a nigga like my cuz wifey would be the accomplice
Adrenaline rush, I think I'm in love and I think I′m in lust
She's down to ride the minute we fuck
Ain't nothin′ like the criminal with a feminine touch
That′s her, she got a college degree
A top model and she really down to ride in the streets
She got a problem with whoever got a problem with me
She independent but she also wanna follow my lead


That's all that I need, a women that′s followin' me
And she ain′t trippin' off them other bitches all in my team
She the star of my team, she got us a ring
And all you niggas think you ballin′, but she out of your league
I know she got me and them other niggas, yo, they don't seem happy
They lowkey mad cuz she got the C.O.B tat on her back and she call me daddy
Pullin' up in the droptop McLaren with a bad bitch that′s top notch, forget it
I′ll stop and stare like I shot the sheriff
If you fuck with her then I'll pop the Deringer
I need a good wife to [?], cook like her momma but look Rihanna
Columbiana skills just like Saldana, don′t look now but the hook's right behind ya

I got a bad ass chick, that′s that shit
Whatever I need she gon' let me have that shit
Y′all know what I mean, she stay in her lowrider jeans but she not on no half-ass shit
She put it down on the streets for me, even in the sheets for me
Even if police throw me in cuffs, she get rough
When that heats on me, blast that piece for me
She gon' even breathe for me, it's nothin′
She hella proper, flier than a helicopter
Call her mom, Michelle Obama mixed with LaLa
But she not with that mellow drama, I don′t need to be inhalin' marijuana, little momma keep me high-igh
Ever since I′ve been around her, people ask me how I found her, I might need to wedding gown her
I'll be hittin′ her hard, I don't mean Chris Brown her
She my jet fuel, wouldn′t be fly without her


I deny to doubt her, if I keep her I'll live a life without her
When I'm and I need to suprised, she′ll pull out purse
She surprise me like a outburst from a person with Tourrettes
No servant but she′s worshippin' me, yes
She heard em and she merked em in that dress
The perkiest of the breasts, I′m certain that her twerkin' is the best
She got my name in cursive on her flesh
K-E-double N-y, she gets attention as soon as she hits the scene
Like a Mercedes, [???], she′s up for everything, down for anything
Against the world, she take many swings
Fightin' with me til the last round
Compare her to the act of sittin′, she's just ass down

I got a ride or die chick that's down with me
I got a ride or die chick, ey ey ey
I got a ride or die chick that′s down with me
I got a ride, I got a ride or die