She’s a Ryder Lil Wayne (Ft. Gudda Gudda)
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[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, yup, yeah
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
She's a ryder, she's a ryder, she's a ryder, she's a ryder, for me, for me, for me, for me
Now I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know what you've been told (You've been told)
But all I know, but all I know, all I know, all I know is that you been warned
About my girl, she's a killa, she's a killa, she's bad, she's bad, oh God, oh my (Oh my)
She's a ryder, she's a ryder, she's a ryder, she's a ryder
And she rydin' for me, she rydin' for me, she rydin' for me, she rydin' for me
She's a ryder, she's a ryder, she's a ryder, she's a ryder
And she rydin' for me, she rydin' for me
[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda]
Uh, yeah she a ryder like a lady in a wheelchair
Louis V purse on her arm, she keep the steel there
She gon' hold me down if the feds come and get me
And I'mma make her fuck the judge for a lighter sentence, uh
Yeah, the devil wears Prada bitch, and she rydin' for me, you don't want no problems bitch
She about it, bitch, and she keep it real
And she owns two twin pumps like a pair of heels
No Nicole Richie, no Paris Hil', just my gangsta
Boy she'll spin you like a Ferris wheel
Takin' money and she bring it home to me, nigga
Yeah she's a ryder and she rydin' for me nigga
Yeah, yup, yeah
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
She's a ryder, she's a ryder, she's a ryder, she's a ryder, for me, for me, for me, for me
Now I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know what you've been told (You've been told)
But all I know, but all I know, all I know, all I know is that you been warned
About my girl, she's a killa, she's a killa, she's bad, she's bad, oh God, oh my (Oh my)
She's a ryder, she's a ryder, she's a ryder, she's a ryder
And she rydin' for me, she rydin' for me, she rydin' for me, she rydin' for me
She's a ryder, she's a ryder, she's a ryder, she's a ryder
And she rydin' for me, she rydin' for me
[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda]
Uh, yeah she a ryder like a lady in a wheelchair
Louis V purse on her arm, she keep the steel there
She gon' hold me down if the feds come and get me
And I'mma make her fuck the judge for a lighter sentence, uh
Yeah, the devil wears Prada bitch, and she rydin' for me, you don't want no problems bitch
She about it, bitch, and she keep it real
And she owns two twin pumps like a pair of heels
No Nicole Richie, no Paris Hil', just my gangsta
Boy she'll spin you like a Ferris wheel
Takin' money and she bring it home to me, nigga
Yeah she's a ryder and she rydin' for me nigga
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