Aasim, Dawn Richard - We Ride lyrics

I'm reloaded, okay? (Uh)
Come on in here, motherfuckers! (yeah)
Come on, I'm waitin' for ya! (yeah)
What, you ain't comin' in? (yeah, let's go)
Okay, I'm comin' out! (yeah, let's go)
Oh, you up against me now
Motherfuckers! I'm gonna blow your
Fuckin' brains out!

You don't have to look up in the
Sky to tell you what it's like
I'm fuckin' with you 'cause you
Got a really nice car
'Gatti all black, M's smokin' on cigars
Middle fingers up 'cause we don't give a fuck
I got the bag, you got the smoke
(This is a stick up)
I got the bag, you got the smoke
(This is a stick up)
I got the bag, you got the smoke
(This is a stick up)
I got the bag, you got the smoke
(This is a stick up)

We like Bonnie and Clyde
We ain't never gon' die
Bad Boy, bitches, we ride
We like Bonnie and Clyde
We ain't never gon' die
Bad Boy, bitches, we ride
Bad Boy, bitches, we ride
We on, Aasim, talk to 'em

Uh, she say, "Aasim
You don't ever make it rain"
Yet she tryna pull my card
Like a Ace of Spade
And we ride it's like we on ice, escapades
Racin' down the Palla Saints
In twin Escalades
She said he had game, but his type pathetic
I sweet talk the baddest chicks
'til they dine to bedded
The nychon I got her sippy in a sex pistol
She like it kinky, rep it real
She keep her wet whistles
We out in Vegas blowin' paper
Watch the bets triple have wet willies
Doin' carper arms and wet nipples

You don't have to look up in the
Sky to tell you what it's like
I'm fuckin' with you 'cause you
Got a really nice car
'Gatti all black, M's smokin' on cigars
Middle fingers up 'cause we don't give a fuck
I got the bag, you got the smoke
(This is a stick up)
I got the bag, you got the smoke
(This is a stick up)
I got the bag, you got the smoke
(This is a stick up)
I got the bag, you got the smoke
(This is a stick up)

We like Bonnie and Clyde
We ain't never gon' die
Bad Boy, bitches, we ride
We like Bonnie and Clyde
We ain't never gon' die
Bad Boy, bitches, we ride
Bad Boy, bitches, we ride
We on, Aasim, talk to 'em

Uh, look at me closely I stay fed
My kicks coke white ones call 'em baseheads
I married money, Kev' and Britney
Call me K-Fed
Stickin' hunnids in the mattress of my daybed
Bonnie and Clyde'n like we
Hidin' from the law
But we just so far above it
We never touchin' the floor
I saw a shootin' star made a wish for it all
I guess it came true 'cause man
I'm havin' a ball heineken on my breath
What's the next lesson?
If I'm Aasim The Answer
What's the next question?
I'm a fly mothersucker
I don't need a dressin'
And my bitch got a bunch of JLo Remy dresses

This is a stick up this is a stick up
This is a stick up this is a stick up
This is a stick up ain't no stoppin' us
We gon' be here, oh, oh, oh, oh
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