Rider Chick歌词
歌手：Lil Durk 专辑：They Forgot
She gon' be 100, hol' that muthaf***a down
(?) you how that s*** go street ni***
Know what I'm sayin'?
She my rider chick, she on the block with these savages
She on point like a guard but she ain’t havin it
We don't go back and forth about private s***
And she be on my block with all the packs and s***
I got a street bi***
I teach her all I know, she a street bi***
She hidin' all my dough, she a street bi***
She gon' go when I say go, she a street bi***
[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
See her friend and s***, I kick her 'round like Pam and s***
And I can't stand that bi***, she tweakin' off them Xans and s***, And I'm the man and s***
A hunnid like them cancers sticks
Street ni***, but I be on some romantic s***
She on snap wit it, I'm from the back wit it
She don't like these rappers, but she be into these trap ni***s
Tell me who be all behind my back wit it
In her DM and I'll (?) with him
These ni***s hoes, I'll slap ni***s
Bought my bi*** a Birkin cause she worth it
Told her I be cheating 'cause ain't nobody perfect
She held me down when I was locked up
She was with me in the kitchen when that (?) locked up
She crazy, she a pop up
She my rider chick, she on the block with these savages
She on point like a guard but she ain’t havin it
We don't go back and forth about private s***
And she be on my block with all the packs and s***
I got a street bi***
I teach her all I know, she a street bi***
She hidin' all my dough, she a street bi***
She gon' go when I say go, she a street bi***
[Verse 2: Dej Loaf]
I done learned the whole game, he done taught me everythang
Do more, talk less, never say no names
Beat his case like OJ, got him out his old ways
Whippin' work in the kitchen, call that gourmet
Playin' with the pu*** pistols, call that foreplay
F*** him after long days, never leave him horny
Every time he call me, pick up right away
Why the Bentley in the driveway? Always gettin' my way
Bi***es be tryin' it, I'm his homie, lover, friend
You can't deny it baby, we thuggin' till the end
Married to the streets, money in the rubber band
Ain't nothin' like the D, I be tuggin' on his pants
She my rider chick, she on the block with these savages
She on point like a guard but she ain’t havin it
We don't go back and forth about private s***
And she be on my block with all the packs and s***
I got a street bi***
I teach her all I know, she a street bi***
She hidin' all my dough, she a street bi***
She gon' go when I say go, she a street bi***
(?) you how that s*** go street ni***
Know what I'm sayin'?
She my rider chick, she on the block with these savages
She on point like a guard but she ain’t havin it
We don't go back and forth about private s***
And she be on my block with all the packs and s***
I got a street bi***
I teach her all I know, she a street bi***
She hidin' all my dough, she a street bi***
She gon' go when I say go, she a street bi***
[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
See her friend and s***, I kick her 'round like Pam and s***
And I can't stand that bi***, she tweakin' off them Xans and s***, And I'm the man and s***
A hunnid like them cancers sticks
Street ni***, but I be on some romantic s***
She on snap wit it, I'm from the back wit it
She don't like these rappers, but she be into these trap ni***s
Tell me who be all behind my back wit it
In her DM and I'll (?) with him
These ni***s hoes, I'll slap ni***s
Bought my bi*** a Birkin cause she worth it
Told her I be cheating 'cause ain't nobody perfect
She held me down when I was locked up
She was with me in the kitchen when that (?) locked up
She crazy, she a pop up
She my rider chick, she on the block with these savages
She on point like a guard but she ain’t havin it
We don't go back and forth about private s***
And she be on my block with all the packs and s***
I got a street bi***
I teach her all I know, she a street bi***
She hidin' all my dough, she a street bi***
She gon' go when I say go, she a street bi***
[Verse 2: Dej Loaf]
I done learned the whole game, he done taught me everythang
Do more, talk less, never say no names
Beat his case like OJ, got him out his old ways
Whippin' work in the kitchen, call that gourmet
Playin' with the pu*** pistols, call that foreplay
F*** him after long days, never leave him horny
Every time he call me, pick up right away
Why the Bentley in the driveway? Always gettin' my way
Bi***es be tryin' it, I'm his homie, lover, friend
You can't deny it baby, we thuggin' till the end
Married to the streets, money in the rubber band
Ain't nothin' like the D, I be tuggin' on his pants
She my rider chick, she on the block with these savages
She on point like a guard but she ain’t havin it
We don't go back and forth about private s***
And she be on my block with all the packs and s***
I got a street bi***
I teach her all I know, she a street bi***
She hidin' all my dough, she a street bi***
She gon' go when I say go, she a street bi***
