Poverty Lyrics

Eeeee

Gave you

Come for me

Baby would you ride for me

Keep that shit 100

You know I'm in the streets

Ride for me

Baby would you die for me baby would you ride for me

The crackers try to hit you with a case would you lie for me

Went and bought her prada cause she came from outta poverty

Got this shit from nothing tell me baby is you proud of me

Give me all yo love while I'm leaning of these drugs

That's my rida I just call her my lil thug

She just wanna trap with me she don't wanna go to no club

She ain't fucking with no squares she just want be with a thug

Hit the strip with my lil babe throw it up

Grab a 6 with my lil bitch pow it up

When we pull up in that brand new foreign car they know it us

Bust down on ya wrist now you see they notice us

Tell em babe that ain't coffee in them folger cups

Lady in streets but in them sheets she a freak slut

Tent behind the whip she gone eat it up

Turn around I pull over in traffic and I beat it up

I know everything with you a hundred baby keep it up

Everybody round this bitch blind they ain't seeing us

If this love ion wanna fall outta love

You know wassup when we link I'm beating it up

I slow it down you gone tell me speed it up

Nigga tripping tell my youngan heat it up

J and b remember they ain't believe in us

Now you bust down on them bitches freezing up

Baby would you die for me baby would you ride for me

The crackers try to hit you with a case would you lie for me

Went and bought her prada cause she came from outta poverty

Got this shit from nothing tell me baby is you proud of me

Give me all yo love while I'm leaning of these drugs

That's my rida I just call her my lil thug

She just wanna trap with me she don't wanna go to no club

She ain't fucking with no squares she just want be with a thug