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Let Me Ride Lyrics

Chrous: Give me a chevy tre cheverlet let me ride
half a pill just a hit it gets me high
duce tre esclade that's my style
t double d thuggin and raw ride or die
Trick Daddy
I used to be a polo kid
who would of thought of all the stupid s*** that I did
I used to sport it talk about it
that's the reason why shorty went in the hood and bought it
Mr. Rabbit like a fast from the past bone jean overalls yall can kiss my a**
thug n**** going back to the basic
and that Iceberg on the curve is thug animated
but first off this is T double
when I hitya with them k cutters
you turn bout three colors
gon and get your big brother I don't care
I'm dade county major slash player
hold up cuz Mr. Dollar got sold up
time for war now be a boy what's the hold up
a new candiate for the thug of the year
I'm the ultiment thug the rest of them busta is quitters

Chrous: repeat 2x

Rick Ross
You know it's your boy R Ross, the overweight hell of a n**** so pepperlicoius
and we getting it
sitting on serious inches
we dem n***** smoking coco and serious vison
(at the door) bouncers don't touch us
they know once ounces go up they hold up
and know what
I drink cris let it bubble back
I'm leaning on double stack ready to snap
Trick already know yall ain't ready for us
we make a way in the club waving a slug come play with a thug
I can let yall lay in the mud
I battle you partner
a spotter that's hotter with a nuff music to wake pac up
keep your glocks up you can't stop us
true husltler chop doctors knot in pockets
in truly didited or god got us
Chrous: repeat 2x
Trick Daddy
Some of these ho's think I'm manish
go head ask me were I got my manners
b**** ask your mamie
I slap a b**** in minute
seen it twice already ho I m****f***ing mean it
plus d bout big money get honey lauging
that six hundred still running
so what's the cause mayham or murder
who is the killer s*** I'll kill ya
got money so I'll make it in court
plus I'ma thug n**** and I'll never get caught
bout to set up shop pushing caine to rocks
plus my glock gon take this s*** on top
this ain't no m****f***ing hang out
we don't eat s*** smoke caine out the same d*** house
this is thug life not a citcom
plus we got big guns ready for change now

Chrous: repeat 2 -end
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