Psychopathic Rydas - Ryda Hata lyrics

[Psychopathic Rydas - Ryda Hata lyrics]

Yeah, you know what I'm sayin', Twin Gats?
Motherfuckin' Ryda here to
Say "Fuck time!" (motherfuckers)
Forever and ever and ever, bitch!
Muthafacko! Bitch!

Are you a Ryda hater? If so, you ain't shit
And I'll tell it to your chick
When I'm emptyin' the clip bitch
You get the dick and I'm fondling your chick
With my lips around her tit
And my stick all in her clit
Now who she with? the Ryda!
Now you hatin' it
I see that mark buck on my dawg, chasin' it
Wastin' it drop your bitch off
I'll get inside her later
I pack a MAC-11 for all
You bitch-ass Ryda haters!

Are you a Ryda hater? You best check yourself
Or get knocked out with a left-right left
Watch your step, hold your breath
Drop your heat
Or find yourself naked in my backseat
Of my car, you never know who we are
Ridin' 'round the city like some superstar
(Hell yeah) pimpin' hard, lots a cash
And pullin' cards if you wanna step
Motherfucker let's go to war!

Haters, we (Buck, buck)
Ryda haters, we (Buck, buck, buck)
Haters, we (Buck, buck)
Ryda haters, we (Buck, buck, buck)

Hate a motherfucker? You hate a motherfucker!
Just 'cuz a brother
Got butter, motherfucker, what!
Bitch, it's time that I check that chin
Apologize for it, then check it again
'Cuz I'm no kind of friend when I'm
Takin' a bottle of the Rose
I might swerve your nose
That's how it goes for a hater
That hates that I'm greater
Bullet be the hater exterminator!

That's why haters, we (Buck, buck, Come on)
Ryda haters, we (Buck, buck, buck)
Haters, we (Buck, buck)
Ryda haters, we (Buck, buck, buck)

You can hate me, because I ride like the wind
And leave your ass waitin'
For love like Cardigans i'm a thug bitch
And I've been that way forever
Never spend no cheddar on a bitch, no never
Whatever the fuck you think
You talkin' about
Well, it's hard to hear your words
With dick up in your mouth
All that hatin' shit is out and
I'm all up in this bitch ryda for life
And I ain't never gon' switch

Ryda haters, what the fuck? Yo
I can't stand 'em!
Talk shit behind my back and
Your lips get smacked talk shit to my face
Get pistol whipped in the face
Thrown in the torture rack
Your back gets braced
Gettin' maced in your eyes
Dome gets Karate chopped
Cock the gat back, blaow! You got dropped
(Uh) run your body over with my black truck
Hater-ass, stupid, motherfucker piece
Of shit, duck!

Haters, we (Buck, buck)
Ryda haters, we (Buck, buck, buck, Come on)
Haters, we (Buck, buck, That's right)
Ryda haters, we (Buck, buck, buck)

Are you a Ryda hater? You's a bitch-ho!
(Yeah)
And no one really cares what your mom thinks
Bro! 'Cuz it's all about the money
Black trucks and bumps (For real)
So shut your mouth
Get on your knees and take your lumps

Haters, we (Buck, buck, Come again now)
Ryda haters, we
(Buck, buck, buck, One more time)
Haters, we (Buck, buck, That's right)
Ryda haters, we (Buck, buck, buck, now)

You's a Chontsy, flat out bitch
You ain't shit and for real yo
Your bitch ass will die quick (What, what?)
Fuckin' with the clique
Booyah we won't miss
Leave you standin' still in a puddle of piss
(That's right)
If you's a Ryda hater, so I annihilate ya
I'm mobbin' up on your set
Like a space invader
Easy to contain you like a rat
I'll smash you with my baseball bat
Because I rolls like that, bitch!

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