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Spice 1 Ride Wit Me

this jack with me Come and do some savage thug shit with me If I die up in this drama, would you ride for me? We can be like Bonnie and Clyde with me

jack with me Come and do some savage thug shit with me If I die up in this drama Would you ride for me? You can be like Bonnie and Clyde with me [Verse 1

fly as me All bottled up in your high society You want to check my mental 'Cause how could a nigga from South Central roll in a Benzo Spice in ya life

Chorus) (Bridge-Imajin) Do you really love me? Do you really love me? Do you really care? Do you really care? (yeah) Do you really need me? Do you really need me

' me Had enough of ridin' in a 2G hot, wit a glock an a beamer on top Wit a vest on, T-shirt made teflon Fellin' like Spice-1, "wouldn't look to pretty

quite as fly as me All bottled up in your high society You want to chech my mental Cause how could a nigga from South Central rollin' in a Benzo Spice

work for me have ya niggas stealin wheels Daytons, BGs, what ever rims housin I need sum 19s fo my Benz 2000 Work wit me homeboy, it's all luv I told

gon' bounce to this Detroit gon' bounce to this Carolina's gon' bounce to this Everybody gon' bounce to this Alaskans gon' bounce to this [Spice 1] Ridin down the block wit

me) If it ain't rough, it ain't me, it ain't me (if it ain't rough, it ain't me) If it ain't rough, it ain't me (if it ain't rough, it ain't me) [Spice