Treasure Island

'Bri' Bri

(Sep.21,1992 / Virgin Islands Rock City)

Ride o' die chick


I can be your ride or die chick
cause I always keep it real.
When you need someone to bail you out
call on me its no deal.

When the world is coming at you fast
grab my hand we'll fly first class
I would never lie
or keep any secrets on the side

I'll always keep it real
and tell you how I feel.
I'm down for whatever you need me for
I'll be straight I ain't holding the door.

I'll lend you money, cause the world is rough
Cause I'll ride with you I ain't no bluff.
I'll ride with you until the end
your ride or die chick here to defend.

Submitted: Thursday, September 24, 2009

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