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bitches kan’t ride for free - damu ridas (bloods) lyrics

intro:

man, f*ckin’ brazy in this mothaf*cka all the time, and i’m tired of you striflin’*ass n*ggas playin’ kaptain save a hoe for these punk*ass b*tches, hoodrat hoes in fact they ain’t gon’ do sh*t for you, get paid or somethin’, blood, what the f*ck you gonna do, you know what i’m sayin’, paper hoe*ass n*gga

verse 1: b*brazy:

ayo, take it from your yg homie man get rid of that hoe (which one?)
the one you keep buying sh*t fo’
’cause that b*tch is a trick and a hoe ain’t a sk*nk
and she stank they be workin’ yo’ ass for yo’ bank
even that b*tch’s friends say that hoe’s no good
but you still wanna bring that b*tch to the hood, n*gga
talkin’ that sh*t like ya hard
don’t make me pull your card behind serano? i’ll put yo’ money in your car, n*gga
you know we f*cked in 9 deep befo’
whеn we first met that hoe, but you kеpt that hoe
blood, but if you f*ck her now might as well go and sock her
’cause i heard the b*tch will have you sprayed be crossed out yo’ boxers
i don’t believe that you don’t get it
you ain’t hittin’ three months but yo’ b*tch is two months pregnant? (haha)
i know it’s f*cked up by the way that braze tell it
the chronic’s burnin’ n*gga wake up from smellin’, ’cause n*gga you’s a fool

chorus: fo’ clips eclipse & b*brazy:

all o’ y’all b*tches wanna ride with me
but none o’ y’all b*tches can’t ride for free
because i got the d’s sittin’ on the caddy
and my name’s braze baby but you can call me sweet daddy
busta*ass n*ggas can’t ride with me
and broke*ass b*tches can’t ride for free!
because i got the d’s sittin’ on my caddy
and my name’s braze baby but you can call me sweet daddy
verse 2: b*brazy:

man, i once had a b*tch prada played me like a fool
wanted me to wear silver leather, said it make me look cool (aha!)
she said she’d f*ck me if i wore a pair of 100 dollar shoes
but i knew a pair of bhakis, penthouse shoes and do’ (b*tch…)
’cause i’m a young n*gga with mack out of this world
even four*five girls who don’t like jheri curls
all it take is a straight teenaged young mack
and rock the b*tch around in yo’ lap
mister braze i hope you brought some change for the bus
since you don’t wanna f*ck all us
trust is the motto i kick the sh*t up out that money hungry b*tch
who would suck a few d*cks to get rich, and switch
back to that gonorrhea wanna see ya freak
gettin’ penicilin in her cheek every single week
so stupid*ass hoe it’s only right i’ll let you go up out the do’
but can you suck it once mo’, ’cause braze is a fool

chorus

verse 3: b*brazy:

it’s just too many hoes sw*ngin’ on 64’s
well, hoes come and ride in this coupe on vogues
hide the links and rings, baby, if you ain’t gon’ f*ck
and if you wiz ain’t in the b*lls of eightball and peanut (biatch!)
b*tch i ain’t gon’ beg ’cause i’m a young*ass type
’cause i’m ballin’ like mike, a pimp like ike
i’m the young gangsta blood by the name of b*brazy
make the hoes go crazy sayin’ “go b*brazy!”
and i be twistin’ all night d*mn, i know the equals dizzy
so let me hit the henn’ and alize so braze gets dizzy
the hoe is in to f*ck for paper
baby cut the vapors
d*ck the b*tch down then i whooped her for the pager
baby can i toss? (h*ll naw, n*gga!)
don’t be actin’ like that b*tch, how much yo’ sh*t cost it’s me b*brazy
the ladies they lovin’ me on whole ’cause i be swingin’ all up on the microphone
chorus

- damu ridas bloods lyrics

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