Horseshoe G.A.N.G. - Ride Or Die Chick Lyrics
[Hook: Demetrius Capone]I need me a ride or die chick that'll let that shotty popHold it down when I'm out of town, oh myTell me are you reAnnotateally that ride or dieAre you really my Bonnie maAre you really that ride or die[Verse 1: Demetrius Capone]Baby girl I'mma just be honest, I'm lookin' for a Cookie JohnsonI'm lookin' for the chick that got one of my ribsAnd I'm wonderin' would she promiseTo never be willin' to switch if ever I'm pinchOr in a twist, and could she honest-Ly, see herself with a nigga like my cuz wifey would be the accompliceAdrenaline rush, I think I'm in love and I think I'm in lustShe's down to ride the minute we *****Ain't nothin' like the criminal with a feminine touchThat's her, she got a college degreeA top model and she really down to ride in the streetsShe got a problem with whoever got a problem with meShe independent but she also wanna follow my lead[Verse 2: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero]That's all that I need, a women that's followin' meAnd she ain't trippin' off them other *****es all in my teamShe the star of my team, she got us a ringAnd all you niggas think you ballin', but she out of your leagueI know she got me and them other niggas, yo, they don't seem happyThey lowkey mad cuz she got the C.O.B tat on her back and she call me daddyPullin' up in the droptop McLaren with a bad ***** that's top notch, forget itI'll stop and stare like I shot the sheriffIf you ***** with her then I'll pop the DeringerI need a good wife to [?], cook like her momma but look RihannaColumbiana skills just like Saldana, don't look now but the hook's right behind ya[Hook: Demetrius Capone][Verse 3: Julius Luciano]I got a bad ass chick, that's that shitWhatever I need she gon' let me have that shitY'all know what I mean, she stay in her lowrider jeans but she not on no half-ass shitShe put it down on the streets for me, even in the sheets for meEven if police throw me in cuffs, she get roughWhen that heats on me, blast that piece for meShe gon' even breathe for me, it's nothin'She hella proper, flier than a helicopterCall her mom, Michelle Obama mixed with LaLaBut she not with that mellow drama, I don't need to be inhalin' marijuana, little momma keep me high-ighEver since I've been around her, people ask me how I found her, I might need to wedding gown herI'll be hittin' her hard, I don't mean Chris Brown herShe my jet fuel, wouldn't be fly without her[Verse 4: Kenny]I deny to doubt her, if I keep her I'll live a life without herWhen I'm [not on weed?] and I need to suprised, she'll pull out purseShe surprise me like a outburst from a person with TourrettesNo servant but she's worshippin' me, yesShe heard em and she merked em in that dressThe perkiest of the breasts, I'm certain that her twerkin' is the bestShe got my name in cursive on her fleshK-E-double N-y, she gets attention as soon as she hits the sceneLike a Mercedes, [???], she's up for everything, down for anythingAgainst the world, she take many swingsFightin' with me til the last roundCompare her to the act of sittin', she's just ass down[Hook: Demetrius Capone][Outro]I got a ride or die chick that's down with meI got a ride or die chick, ey ey eyI got a ride or die chick that's down with meI got a ride, I got a ride or die
