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Psychopathic Rydas
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Killa Ova Nuttin'
Man what the hell you know about the Ryda's? Black trucks and hoods bitch Shit you better check this bitch Yo, yo I'm a killa cat peela Other bitches is wack but Ryda's are for rilla Give me all your skrilla Your keys to your ride Tell your bitch to leave her purse with a wallet inside Ain't frontin' with Cell Block starts dumpin' Trough your neighborhood our black trucks be bumpin' So watch your mouth became alert some Nigga checkin' us cause I'm killin' ova nothin'
Now I be ridin' with my shotty and fists becautty Minds so slotty in party intentions to levitate a body Give a fuck who we wit or who we know Let the barrel blow or corral know Over somthin' that he borrow though Do the math on the war path Niggas additions to the body count I even blast a hottie now Slayin' couples caused I loved you, so fuck you I don't gang bang cause I'm struglin' Biotches, yo I'm a killa ova nothin'
Killa ova nuttin' A Ryda ain't ashamed Wettin' mother fuckers up over anythang Pop, Pop, Pop Gun 'em down baby, down Dumpin' from the East to the West side of town Killa ova nuttin' A Ryda ain't ashamed Wettin' mother fuckers up over anythang Pop, Pop, Pop Gun 'em down baby, down Dumpin' from the East to the West side of town
Now I knew this bitch yo She used to love me Buffin' on my pickle, peace everything was lovely 40's and swishes delivered to my doorstep Every in the mornin, neden on my woodpeck Livin' levish and be called and beconed on I'm tha big Full Clip and bitches are pawns Anyway with no reason for drama I killed that motha fuckin' bitch and her mama
Still doin' drive-bys and leavin' hoes for dead Missing letters with my homeboys said I ain't no bitch, hoe And your life on G.B. With your whole family on the lawn starin' at me And I could give a fuck Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Get to lookin' at my gat Get to fiendin' like a basehead To leave you hoes flat 2 Gats got my back Killa ova nuttin' thats a fact Get out my face and get a slap bitch
Killa ova nuttin' A Ryda ain't ashamed Wettin' mother fuckers up over anythang Pop, Pop, Pop Gun 'em down baby, down Dumpin' from the East to the West side of town Killa ova nuttin' A Ryda ain't ashamed Wettin' mother fuckers up over anythang Pop, Pop, Pop Gun 'em down baby, down Dumpin' from the East to the West side of town
I was born with the biggest chip on my shoulders I killed little kids and took their strollers I'm older tie you up instead And blow red letters off the side of your head, bitch ahh You could die any minute Turn your back and get a hollow point slug in it, blah blah You bin it ova nuttin at all Now we shoot peanuts at your skull and bar-b-que
I've been wondering what the fuck you been lookin' at You know it ain't no thang for me to get my gat And blow holes in your brain till you look like an afagan Body collapsed, soul fly like Peter Pan Lil' Shank from tha hood Raised in bad ways Peel your fuckin' cat cause I'm havin' a bad day, hey You can be a thug if you want too But I'm a be a ryda, bitch So fuck you
Killa ova nuttin' A Ryda ain't ashamed Wettin' mother fuckers up over anythang Pop, Pop, Pop Gun 'em down baby, down Dumpin' from the East to the West side of town Killa ova nuttin' A Ryda ain't ashamed Wettin' mother fuckers up over anythang Pop, Pop, Pop Gun 'em down baby, down Dumpin' from the East to the West side of town
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