Yeah!! Know what I'm sayin? Twin Gats, mothafuckin'
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Rydas in this bitch....fuck yeah mothafucka...forever
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and ever and ever...
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Are you a Ryda hater? If so, you ain't shit
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And I'll tell it to yo' chick
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When I'm emptyin' the clip
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Bitch
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You get the dick
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And I'm fondling your chick
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With my lips around her tit
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And my stickle in her clit
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Now who she with?
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The Ryda, now you hatin' it
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I see that mark parked on my dog, chasin' it
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Wastin' it
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Drop yo' bitch off, I get inside her later
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I pack a Mack-11 for all you bitch ass Ryda haters
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If you a Ryda hater, you best check yo'self
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Or get knocked out with a left, right, left
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Watch your step
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Hold your breath
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Drop your heat
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All by yourself naked in the backseat
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Of my car
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You never know who we are
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Ridin' round the city like some superstars
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Pimpin' hard
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Flappin' caps and pullin' cards
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If you wanna step, mothafucka let's go to war
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Haters...we BUCK!! BUCK!!
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Ryda Haters we BUCK!! BUCK!! BUCK!!
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Haters...we BUCK!! BUCK!!
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Ryda Haters we BUCK!! BUCK!! BUCK!!
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Hate a mothafucka?
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You hate a mothafucka!
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Just 'cause a brother got butter mothafucka?
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What? Bitch! It's time that I check that chin
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Apologize for it then check it again
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'Cause I'm no kinda friend
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When I'm takin' a bottle of the rose
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I might swerve your nose
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That's how it goes for a hater
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That hates that I'm greater
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Bullet be the hater exterminator
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Haters...we BUCK!! BUCK!!
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Ryda Haters we BUCK!! BUCK!! BUCK!!
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Haters...we BUCK!! BUCK!!
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Ryda Haters we BUCK!! BUCK!! BUCK!!
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You can hate me because I ride like the wind
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And leave yo' ass waitin' for love like Cardigins
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I'm a thug bitch, and I been that way forever
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Never spend no cheddar
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On a bitch, no never
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Whatever the fuck you think you talkin' about
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But it's hard to hear yo' words with my dick up in
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your mouth
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All that hatin' shit is out
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And I'm all up in this bitch
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Ryda for life and I ain't never gon' switch
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Ryda haters, what the fuck, yo, I can't stand em'
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Talk shit behind my back
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And yo' lips get smacked
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Talk shit to my face
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Get pistol whipped in the face
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Thrown in the torture rack, your back gets placed
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Gettin' maced in your eye, throat gets karate chopped
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Cock the gat back, BLAM! You got dropped
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Run your body over with my black truck
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Hater ass stupid motherfuckin' piece of shit thug!
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Haters...we BUCK!! BUCK!!
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Ryda Haters we BUCK!! BUCK!! BUCK!!
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Haters...we BUCK!! BUCK!!
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Ryda Haters we BUCK!! BUCK!! BUCK!!
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If you a Ryda hater, you's a bitch ho
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And no one really cares what your mom thinks bro
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'Cause it's all about the money, black trucks and
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bumps
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So shut your mouth, get on your knees, and take your
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lumps
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Haters...we BUCK!! BUCK!!
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Ryda Haters we BUCK!! BUCK!! BUCK!!
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Haters...we BUCK!! BUCK!!
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Ryda Haters we BUCK!! BUCK!! BUCK!!
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You's a chump see, flat out bitch, you ain't shit
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And for real though, yo' bitch ass'll die quick
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Fuckin' with the clique
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Boo-yaaa!! We won't miss
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Leave ya standin' still in a puddle of piss
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You's a Ryda hata
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So I annihilate ya
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I'm mobbin' up on yo' set like a Space Invader
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Easy to contain ya
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Like a rat
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I'll smash ya with my baseball bat
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Because I'm Rose like that
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Bee-yatch!!
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Ryda Hata
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Psychopathic Rydas |