Waptrick Ja Rule - Down Ass Bitch Текстове на песни

  • [Ja Rule - talking]

    Ja Rule, Chuck B-more

    Every thug needs a lady

    And every thug needs a down ass bitch, huh, feel me

    Every thug needs a lady

    Baby I'm convinced, you my down ass bitch

    [Chorus - Ja Rule]

    Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)

    If you'd lie for me, like you lovin me

    Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)

    If you'd die for me, like you cry for me

    Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)

    If you'd kill for me, like you comfort me

    Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)

    Girl I'm convinced, you're my down ass bitch

    [Ja Rule]

    Uh

    I know that you're lovin me, 'cause you thug with me, who bust slugs for me?

    My baby

    Who gon' kill for you, like I comfort you, who else but the Rule?

    You feel me

    Girl when we connect the dots we hit the spot

    Twin Benz's, you ride hard, I ride drop

    And to make it better, baby got the nina' Beretta tucked low

    And I'm two cars back with the four-four

    And it freaks you out, on your momma's couch, that's what us thugs be 'bout

    You know me

    And when I pray for love, baby pray for us, who celebrates the thugs?

    My lady

    Got me seekin capital game when I spit sixteen

    Whether bars or sixteens in the doors of cars

    A star is born

    In the hood, made a name live on, R-U-L-E, ladies, feel me

    [Chorus]

    [Charli Baltimore]

    Now I'm show you blood or love, there's no belly you bounce from

    Blow sellin, dough amounts to no tellin

    There'll be no tellin, snitches get it back

    Those gats to your backs for my boy

    What part of the game is that, huh?

    Niggas and they feelings 'cause I handle your dealings, keep your name in tact

    My fame's in tact so cops won't know what it's hittin for

    Now hoes wanna know what you shittin for

    'Cause I'm your bitch, the Bonnie to your Clyde

    It's mental, mash your enemies, we out in the rental

    I'm your bitch, niggas run up on ya, shift ya lungs, who's your organ donor?

    What they know about, extreme meausures I'm a ride with you

    And my baby three-eighty at my side

    And we lock the town, I'm as down as any thug

    My love, they gotta take us in blood, what

    [Chorus]

    [Ja Rule]

    You could die from love, at any given time I could die from slugs

    But that's what this life is capable of

    The death and the life of a bitch and a thug, is what I'm scared of

    But got a woman who ain't afraid to, tuck the toast in the Escalade

    Pop on niggas that showin me shade, but only for the Rule 'cause that's my baby

    Got me a down ass bitch with red hair, that don't care

    Blazed by the shots and flares

    Girl c'mon, follow me, and bust back at police, conceal ya heat

    It's a bit much to blaze up, Rule and Chuck, N-I-G, the Murderous, I-N-C

    With one on the hip, one in the holster, nigga will toast ya quick

    Especially a down ass bitch

    [Chorus]

    [Ja Rule]

    Thug on, 'cause you my down ass bitch

    Thug on, ladies

    Thug on, 'cause you my down ass bitch

    Thug on, baby

    Thug on, 'cause you my down ass bitch

    Thug on, ladies

    Thug on, 'cause you my down ass bitch

    Thug on, baby

    [Chorus 2x]

    Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)

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