Yung Bleu – Do Or Die Lyrics

[Intro]
Would you ride, would you ride for me?
Would you die for me?
Would you die for me, do or die for me?

[Chorus]
Would ride, would you lie, would you die for me?
Would you steal, would you kill, do or die for me?
Keep it real, is you real?
Don’t you lie to me
I know you loyal baby, but tell me is you down
And I need a rider baby, so tell me is you down
I know you gon’ doubt us baby, but tell me is you down
If you gon’ be my bitch, then hold me down
If you gon’ be my bitch, then hold me down

[Verse 1]
She don’t like it when I call her bitch, but that’s my bitch though
I just let her cop the money, she with the shits though
We don’t do no conversations, we just like to f*ck
We don’t really need no privacy, she f*ck me in the truck
I say huh?
She say yea
Oo I love that freaky shit
She let me cum anywhere I want
I swear I love a freaky bitch
She get her hair and nails did, but she got plenty money
Plus she ain’t on that Becky shit, she give a nigga money
This love shit, i’m new to it
Got me feeling funny
The way she moan so innocent, feel like i’m killing something
Got me calling late night, I think i’m sprung
And make me wait a whole week to get her number
I like to chase, I like to race her in a foreign car
We double date, we set them out, we f*cking foreign broads
My baby girl, she motivate me
Got me going hard
My baby girl, she motivate me
Got me going hard
Yeah Yeah Yeah

[Chorus]
Would ride, would you lie, would you die for me?
Would you steal, would you kill, do or die for me?

Keep it real, is you real?
Don’t you lie to me
I know you loyal baby, but tell me is you down
And I need a rider baby, so tell me is you down
I know you gon’ doubt us baby, but tell me is you down
If you gon’ be my bitch, then hold me down
If you gon’ be my bitch, then hold me down

[Verse 2]
Switching lanes, switch ’em
Iced out rain, glitter
All of my chains glitter
All of my rings glitter
But i’m still the same nigga
I’m in the range, she want the fame
She know my name
All my Gucci and my bitch my rider
Red bottoms dripping in designer
You a bad yellow Pocahontas
I should probably let you meet my mamma
Say f*ck the drama, let’s get commas
Take you to Bahamas
Big timmer
Lets get freaky, f*ck you on recliner
Tables turn
You wait your turn to be my side piece
You dripping sauce, they can’t mistake you for no side piece
I went and copped a Bentley Coupe for you to drive in
Don’t wet no rubber
When we f*ck, she’ll let me cop it
I know your ex be suicidal when you shining
I know your ex be suicidal when you shining
Let me know girl

[Chorus]
Would ride, would you lie, would you die for me?
Would you steal, would you kill, do or die for me?
Keep it real, is you real?
Don’t you lie to me
I know you loyal baby, but tell me is you down
And I need a rider baby, so tell me is you down
I know you gon’ doubt us baby, but tell me is you down
If you gon’ be my bitch, then hold me down
If you gon’ be my bitch, then hold me down

Future – Three lyrics

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Three lyrics

DY crazy

[Intro: Young Thug]
Peter Piper picker, I never kept her
Peter Piper pepper, we never kept ’em
Yeah

[Verse 1: Young Thug & Future]
I got more bracelets on than you got chains, bro
Me and my dawg’s dope came in on the same boat
Whippin’ the same dope, I put the bitch in the eighth stroke
Right out the ghetto, too rap for the letto, yeah
Caught my first body out in Bentley Coupe, yeah
Ten real murders from my Migos, yeah
Rock the Cuban link, top of my knees (yeah, yeah)
Ostrich seats, bite your sleeves (yeah, yeah)
Trippin’, I’m like a referee up with these gators (yeah)
Trip on my spot, it was no more basic cable (yeah)
I mixed some Act with some yellow Tuss like a Laker (yeah)
Three shot ’em like a mothaf*ckin’ Pacer (Southside, yeah, yeah)
Never lose like my mothaf*ckin’ McGregor, ya heard? (Yeah)
Inside the whips come red like ketchurp (Yeah)
Count this money up with glasses like a mixer (Yeah)
Codeine laboratory like on Dexter (Yeah)
Bad yellow skin, Philippine
Envious and gin never win
Chrome, hard lens, help me sin
Hit him in his back, South Central
Made a lot of M’s right from sinnin’
Ready to smoke the pen by my women
I prefer the shrimp, tired of chicken
Ever saw me limp? That’s-

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[Verse 2: Future]
I got more rings than you got hoes, bro
I bought my BM a Bentley with the wings, yeah
I let my kids fly private I’m Supreme, yeah
Real killers move in silent, take that clean batch, yeah
I want the one with the real hair
I’m out the jungle, a real bear
Put a chinchilla on anywhere
I’m out that zoo, zoo, zoo
I’m a gorilla, ape, nigga, ain’t ate
Ain’t fantasize for all you niggas in yellow tape, yeah
‘Cause these niggas, they ain’t loyal, they been chillin’ with the ops
Doe Boy came in that 450 Spyder straight from off the block
Had to throw my crack a few times, don’t f*ck with or with no cop
Check on Google, I’m out my noodle
I feed shrimps to all my shooters
Ayy my bitch a bad bitch, so I turned her to a recruiter
I’m a real assassin, quarter M for a back end
Shawty got real sassy when I gave her that Patek
If I bust it down today she’ll never go back average
So much Chanel I might as well open up my own store
Used to use these belts as pillows, sleepin’ on floors
Original BMG nigga, yeah the Feds know
I’m the richest nigga came from Lil’ Mexico

[Chorus: Future]
If you ever catch me limpin’, ’cause I’m a pimp
Chrome helps me see the haters, I can’t see ’em
Gotta keep 10 mil’ stashed under my hoe’s bed
And I gotta keep some ice like a meth head