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Omb Peezy - Ride Lyrics

[Chorus: Paper Lovee]
Do you want to ride?
In the backseat of the Bentley, with a chopper right here with me
Do you want to ride?
In the backseat of the Bentley, with a chopper right here with me
Do you want to ride?
In the backseat of the Bentley, with a chopper right here with me
Do you want to ride?
In the backseat of the Bentley, with a chopper right here with me

[Verse 1: OMB Peezy]
Look, ayy
Robbin', stealin', killin'
I remember I ain't have a penny
Lurkin' nightly, clutchin' on a semi
When y'all was buyin' clothes from the mall
I was goin' shoppin' in the trenches
Robbin' niggas all out they shit
That mini K a small body bitch
Yeah I know, I cannot fuck with a lame
That'll put my life in jeopardy
Peezy was stuck in rain, engulfed in the pain
None of you niggas was helpin' me
I cannot cope with the pain, I'm scratchin' my brain
Me and the devil be wrestling
You niggas couldn't compare to me
Stuck with two felonies so on the block where I'd rather be
Two of my brothers got strikes, I remember sending kites
I remember pacing and forth in the cell hopin' they don't play with my life
They just gave my cousin Tim ninety-nine years, now he can't do nothin' but fight
Fightin' for appeal, I was in that pill, I couldn't do nothin' but write
[Chorus: Paper Lovee]
Do you want to ride?
In the backseat of the Bentley, with a chopper right here with me
Do you want to ride?
In the backseat of the Bentley, with a chopper right here with me
Do you want to ride?
In the backseat of the Bentley, with a chopper right here with me
Do you want to ride?
In the backseat of the Bentley, with a chopper right here with me

[Verse 2: OMB Peezy]
Oh yeah I know
I cannot fuck with them niggas, I barely put trust in them niggas
And yeah I know
I never dove from a nigga, I might just pull up with some killers
Let's go see what's up with them niggas
I usually pour up a four but I poured up an eight 'cause I'm fuckin' with figure
I put my heart in the dumpster
I'm sorry lil mama, I can't even love you a little
This for them people who said I couldn't do it
When I needed help, they wouldn't fuck with a nigga
Told you I got you, I got you, don't trip off of nothin'
'Fore I go I'm touchin' a mil
Told you I got you, I got you, don't trip off of nothin'
'Fore I go I'm touchin' a mil
Look at my vision, I see niggas kickin' shit
Chillin' and countin' them digits
Who with it, them niggas ain't with it, them niggas friendly
Tryna see how we winnin'
Hold fast, this is just the beginning
Even though these niggas out tryna end it
Niggas pussy, pussy niggas never held a semi
Tryna kill one of their enemies
Niggas hoes, ho niggas put a tool in his hand
Watch how he get to fidgetin', ayy
[Chorus: Paper Lovee]
Do you want to ride?
In the backseat of the Bentley, with a chopper right here with me
Do you want to ride?
In the backseat of the Bentley, with a chopper right here with me
Do you want to ride?
In the backseat of the Bentley, with a chopper right here with me
Do you want to ride?
In the backseat of the Bentley, with a chopper right here with me