This song was inspired by a lot of mommies down to ride
Lyrics
The Lost Angels: Mommies a rida (Dacypha’s Solo)
(Cypher) she was pretty enough to make a rose look bad/ and her love get you high like a doja bag/ she known for turning heads every time she pass/ a lotta niggas wanna holla but they scared to ask/ I peep the ass/ tits and face proper package/ walked up to her and proceeded to mackin/ got the number went to hug her and felt the heat she was packin/ I was like god damn bitch what you doin wit that shit/ I was surprised and mesmarized cause she was strapped shit/ I never seen a girl so concentrated on stackings/ I got wit it and I hit it now I can’t let go/ cause the bitch got more connects than legos/ and if I’m not tryin drive cause I’m tryin to lay low/ my mafia mammi meetin me on the tray for/ now its nutthin but fightin and fussin/bustin and fuckin, stacking and rolling on dubs,slapping these bitches for nothing, she's a rida//
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(my mommies a)(my mommies a rida)
You my ghetto angel
Straight out of a dream
I can’t even live without you or so it seems
Niether one of us can leave cause we's a team
Watch your eyes cause mommies a rida
She don’t ever slack off
She stick to getting the cream
In bedroom baby boo be making it steam
Niether one of us can leave she the one I need
(Cypher)
I been wit mommie for a minute and we still together/ cuzz that ass give me massive amounts of pleasure/ we as a team we bring mad stacks of cheddar/ we did it for this long might as well do it forever/ cuzz you smoke with me, ride with me, ly for me yeah/ you go here you go there and come back for your man/I don’t like my mommie getting into too much trouble though/ cuzz sometimes her P.O. Don’t wanna let her go/the last time I bailed her out it cost me 10 G/ but I aint tripping mommie gave it back in two weeks/ I love how she thinks/ its the rida in her/ if a nigga disrespect she ready to fire on cuzz/ she stay running with cypha she a rida for hers/ she only jack you for your jewels if they brighter than hers/ the bagets the only thing that'll be lighting her up/ her favorite outfits a vest two clips and a gun/she's a rida//
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(Cypher) I love my murda mommie and I'll never let her go/ I can’t see the G in me loving no other hoe/I’m a pimp you got to know that I got other hoes/but them tricks could never play her mafia role/ I can tell she a playa but she say she won’t/ cheat on me believe her I got to say I don’t/but I never had a mistress so down to ride/ so her and I 2005 bonnie and clide/she's a rida//
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