Ride or Die
Yeah I'm doing fine, they wasting all my time
I can't see, guess I'm blind, tell a hoe to get in line
But she won't, she doesn't listen to me
I guess she's slow, she ain't get no degree
Yeah, she ride or die, I think I'm gonna let it die
Pouty bitch, yeah, she wanna cry, yeah, I'm let her cry
That bitch, yeah, she too shy, bitch don't be shy
That bitch, yeah, she gonna slide, yeah, she gonna slide
Yeah, she be making up her own shit
I've been making some fire song shit explosive
Fuck hoes, yeah, they show all their emotions
That shit real ugly, I hope they never show it
Don't talk down to me, I fucking own you, bitch
No one likes a tattletale, don't be a fucking snitch
I like my bacon with some syrup
Ugly hoes look in the mirror Makes me wanna fucking throw up
Yeah, you know it's coming near,
Yeah I'm doing fine, they wasting all my time
I can't see, guess I'm blind, tell a hoe to get in line
But she won't, she doesn't listen to me
I guess she's slow, she ain't get no degree
Yeah, she ride or die, I think I'm gonna let it die
Pouty bitch, yeah, she wanna cry, yeah, I'm let her cry
That bitch, yeah, she too shy, bitch don't be shy
That bitch, yeah, she gonna slide, yeah, she gonna slide
Yeah, this shit kinda touché
It's kinda sound like grandma saying I'm a pussy
All my fucking dreams are just put on the TV
Hopefully this bitch goes fucking crazy and leaves me
Because in the end it'd be more good than bad
There would only be like a two week period where I'd be sad
Then I could sit down and forget she existed
So I could remember all the good times that she pissed in
I can't see, guess I'm blind, tell a hoe to get in line
But she won't, she doesn't listen to me
I guess she's slow, she ain't get no degree
Yeah, she ride or die, I think I'm gonna let it die
Pouty bitch, yeah, she wanna cry, yeah, I'm let her cry
That bitch, yeah, she too shy, bitch don't be shy
That bitch, yeah, she gonna slide, yeah, she gonna slide
Yeah, she be making up her own shit
I've been making some fire song shit explosive
Fuck hoes, yeah, they show all their emotions
That shit real ugly, I hope they never show it
Don't talk down to me, I fucking own you, bitch
No one likes a tattletale, don't be a fucking snitch
I like my bacon with some syrup
Ugly hoes look in the mirror Makes me wanna fucking throw up
Yeah, you know it's coming near,
Yeah I'm doing fine, they wasting all my time
I can't see, guess I'm blind, tell a hoe to get in line
But she won't, she doesn't listen to me
I guess she's slow, she ain't get no degree
Yeah, she ride or die, I think I'm gonna let it die
Pouty bitch, yeah, she wanna cry, yeah, I'm let her cry
That bitch, yeah, she too shy, bitch don't be shy
That bitch, yeah, she gonna slide, yeah, she gonna slide
Yeah, this shit kinda touché
It's kinda sound like grandma saying I'm a pussy
All my fucking dreams are just put on the TV
Hopefully this bitch goes fucking crazy and leaves me
Because in the end it'd be more good than bad
There would only be like a two week period where I'd be sad
Then I could sit down and forget she existed
So I could remember all the good times that she pissed in
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Writer(s): Ronald Allison
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