- leesta Die For Me 歌词
- leesta
- Intro
Would you ride for, would you ride for me (Perfect)
Would you die for, would you die for me
No, no, yeah, yeah
Let’s go, let’s go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Hook
Would you ride for, would you ride for me?
In a foreign car, .223 all on me
Yeah she told me it was my fault, but I’m not sorry
All my VVS’s wet, you bet that I got this hoe stormy
Call my brother on the east side, we get three high
If it’s a problem, bet that we slide, **** a peace sign
Got a Russian girl that don’t stop, I need me some time
Brand new Maserati with the wing, slime, not a Nissan
Verse 1
I need to order my mind
Can’t even control me
If she disrespect my bottom line, can’t present, I don’t notice
Geeked up on an Addy pill, bet that I’m gon’ stay focused
Learning shit from my olders, get main bitch a bag like hold this
Thumbin’ through my bank account, got a hunnit rounds
****in’ your main bitch with her face down, bet that she take it down
I spent 1300 on a waist now, don’t get sprayed down
I ran it up because I stay down, still the same now
I add another foreign to my fleet
Smokin’ Runtz up out the P
And sip that ‘tec up outta pint
Saks Fifth, I don’t do Dollar Tree
All my opps on my IG, ‘cause their girlfriends follow me
Been smokin’ on Biscotti, shit this hit got it hard to breathe
[Hook]
Would you ride for, would you ride for me?
In a foreign car, .223 all on me
Yeah she told me it was my fault, but I’m not sorry
All my VVS’s wet, you bet that I got this hoe stormy
Call my brother on the east side, we get three high
If it’s a problem, bet that we slide, **** a peace sign
Got a Russian girl that don’t stop, I need me some time
Brand new Maserati with the wing, slime, not a Nissan
Verse 2
Brand new Maserati with the wings on it, yeah, yeah
Even though I love her, I still gotta think on it, yeah, yeah
Every soda in the room, I pour some pink on it
I know she love me ‘cause I gave her a hunnit racks and let the [?]
I never, fit in a, girl somewhere, I know I, told you wrong
All these invading my privacy
Jump inside that Lamb truck, you can’t drive with me
Lonely, luckily this money keep me company
What you about girl, I remember you didn’t **** with me
Ran up a hunk of cheese, not no junkie cheese
Fell in love with the lifestyle, think she in love with me
Hook
Would you ride for, would you ride for me?
In a foreign car, .223 all on me
Yeah she told me it was my fault, but I’m not sorry
All my VVS’s wet, you bet that I got this hoe stormy
Call my brother on the east side, we get three high
If it’s a problem, bet that we slide, **** a peace sign
Got a Russian girl that don’t stop, I need me someone
Brand new Maserati with the wing, slime, not a Nissan
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