Name: Ride or Die
Duration: 4 min 55 s
Description: Слушайте песню Ride or Die - JT Music, Andrea Storm Kaden онлайн с альбома Ride or Die в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 4:55. Год выхода - 2018

JT Music

Andrea Storm Kaden

Ride or Die

Hip-Hop

Let me ask one question, where the cash at?

I'm rolling with the bad cats in the black hats

I'm basically a beast of burden, baggin' fat stacks

Empty out your bank account and then we'll wrap fast

I never had any problem resolved with words

God, for what it's worth, I never gone to church

I'm the best lookin' crook on any wanted sign

Not gonna haul me off and lock me up alive

'Cause we roll deep, and we're ride or die

Or the railroads where you're gonna lie, hog-tied

And I got the quickest draw to keep you all in line

No rush for gold 'cause I got my pockets lined, lined (it's lined)

I'm never settling down 'cause I'm a traveling man

That's why I know these roads like the back of my hand

We've hoarded enough scores, we could break our backs (damn)

Better tell the undertaker to get the shop open

I rode into town with both my guns smoking

My barrels so hot that the sand would feel colder

If they try to stop you, rise up and fight

When you're cuffed and locked up, time to ignite

Where the tracks have been laid with plenty of sweat, blood, tears

Anyone looking for men who behave, ain't gonna get none here

Take a ticket for the pain train 'cause I'm the engineer

Gonna go off the rails so then I can just steer

Forget redemption, I think revenge is my next career

Nobody better betray the gang, you'll get hung, clear?

Why am I diggin' up graves? You'll take the next one, dear

Then any memories left of you will become tumbleweeds

Call my steed, kick it off, giddy up, got no time for fisticuffs

Take your hands, stick 'em up, then your cash, give it up

I'm a stud who's just as hung as a huge horse

Make the ladies swoon as soon as I'm through the saloon doors (oh, my)

Abs like a washboard, who wants a few chores?

Leave your wife home unless you want me to do yours

I'm tryna find a goldmine, that'd be dynamite

But if I can't, I hold you ransom at the highest price

'Cause fuck nine-to-fives, I'm the kind of guy for heists

With a whiskey-drinkin' problem, I don't mind the vice

Check the sky, when it's high noon, time to strike

I'm a dead eye, get out of my line of sight

You can bet when my Winchester sounds off

Even Butch Cassidy's bunch would up and bounce, y'all

Covered in bullet holes is how you'll be found

The smell of your blood is smothered by all the gunpowder around

You'll become another chump in one of my stories that I can tell

By the fireside at night, children gather around

Hark the legend of the hard-headed, Arthur Morgan

John Marston's taking notes, I was long before him

I'm a rolling stone, a lone-rangin' rockstar

But I'm not on my own, otherwise I wouldn't have got far

Doesn't mean I don't keep my cards close to my own chest

Trust is tough to be earned, living in the Wild West

Whoever's by your side, whether you're in fight or flight

In the end, your only friend is you to ride or die

We don't do it for the ladies (you're my ride or die)

No, it ain't about the money (be my ride or die)

I guess we're all a little crazy (we are ride or die)

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Ride or Die

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