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    "Let Me Ride" Lyrics

    Trick Daddy feat. Rick Ross

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    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

    I used to be a polo kid
    Who would of thought of all the stupid shit 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
    why'all can kiss my ass
    Thug nigga 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 'cause 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

    [Chorus: x2]

    You know it's your boy are Ross,
    the overweight hell of a nigga so pepperlicoius
    And we getting it
    Sitting on serious inches
    We dem niggas 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 why'all ain't ready for us
    We make a way in the club waving a slug come play with a thug
    I can let why'all 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

    [Chorus: x2]

    Some of these ho's think I'm manish
    Go head ask me were I got my manners
    Bitch ask your mamie
    I slap a bitch in minute
    Seen it twice already ho I muthafucking 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 shit I'll kill ya
    Got money so I'll make it in court
    Plus I'ma thug nigga and I'll never get caught
    Bout to set up shop pushing caine to rocks
    Plus my glock gon take this shit on top
    This ain't no muthafucking hang out
    We don't eat shit smoke caine out the same damn house
    This is thug life not a citcom
    Plus we got big guns ready for change now

    [Chorus: x2]
    This song was submitted on September 18th, 2013 and last modified on November 23rd, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Ralph Middlebrooks, James L. Williams, Marshall Jones, Leroy Bonner, Clarence Satchell, Willie Beck, Marvin Pierce, George Clinton, Bernard Worrell, William Earl Collins, William Roberts, Maurice Young.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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