MarcoPolo & Dj Smoka - Ride With Us (feat. Me$$ Dinero)

Who do you know other than Polo and Smoka
To rip your speakers, make you get up the sofa
Shot of Patron got me in my zone
Shorty like that, I can go night long
Ass so fat can't even see the thong
I'm so faded man, can't even see the phone
Like what the fuck I'm on?
She look like my type and all
With a good head, no need for Tylenol
No headaches I meant, no need for medicine
3's Black Cement, we turn up in a basement
Look it's pretty basic and basically you pretend to be the man till when shit hit the fan
But we don't get down like that
We married the cause ready to die like a motherfucking taliban
Still wanna sign up to ride with us?
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Do you really wanna ride with us? Smoke with us? Don't waste time and roll it up
Real players always know what's up
We don't fuck with chit chat we just make that ass clap
Me and Polo riding low low
We don't care what they say, we don't care about no hoe tho
What we chase is the green and the VVS chains
Switching up the bitch when she start to complain
It's the rules of the game, ride or die
You wanna try? I ignite bars and explode like dynamite
I make your bitchass burn
Accomplished what you don't, in a designer Burlon
From NYC to the streets of Milan
You should kiss the ring when you see passing the Don
Italians may forgive but never forget
We never called em back cause she got a CashApp

Written by:
Ennio Ciminelli, Marco Piccin

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