SUBMIT LYRICS
Top 100
Album releases
artists
Community
French
Spanish
Portuguese
Correction Lyrics
Ride or Die (Live)
by
JT Music
Back
Lyrics
Let me ask one question, where the cash at? I'm rolling with the bad cats, in the black hats Basically a beast of burden, baggin' fat stacks Empty out your bank account and wrap fast I never had any problem resolved with words Rather whip out a revolver first Tell every woman to drop her purse She's not gonna need it for knockin spurs God, for what it's worth I never gone to church I never got to learn right or wrong I'm a lot of work for the Lawman - why would I run and hide I'm the best lookin crook on any wanted sign Not gonna haul me off and lock me up alive We roll deep, and we're ride or die Ride or die, you can ride on by Or the railroads where you're gonna lie, hogtied I got the quickest draw to keep you all in line No rush for gold cuz I got my pockets lined I'm never settling down, I'm a traveling man That's why I know these roads like the back of my hand We keep chugging, stay on track We've hoarded enough scores we could break our backs Tell the undertaker to get the shop open I rode into town with both my guns smoking The barrels so hot the sand would feel colder I got cobwebs on my revolver's holster If they try to stop you, ride or die We don't do it for the ladies You're my ride or die No it ain't about the money Be my ride or die I guess we're all a little crazy We are ride or die We only do it cuz we love it Step into the wild west frontier Where the tracks have been laid with plenty of sweat, blood, tears Anyone looking for men who behave, ain't gonna get none here Take a ticket for the pain train, cuz I'm the engineer I'm off of the rails, so then I can just steer Forget redemption I think revenge is my next carreer Don't betray the gang, you'll get hung, clear? I'm diggin' graves? You'll take the next one dear I'll put you six feet deep under me Nothing left of you, just tumbleweeds Call my steed, kick it off, giddy up, got no time for fisticuffs Take your hands stick 'em up, then your cash, give it up I'm a stud who's just as hung as a huge horse Make the ladies swoon as soon as I'm through the saloon doors Abs like a washboard, who wants a few chores? Leave your wife home, unless you want me to do yours I'm an outlaw, are you proud pa? Wanna go toe to toe in a showdown? Draw You can bet when my Winchester sounds off Even Butch Ca**idy's bunch would up and bounce, Y'all Covered in bulletholes - is how you'll be found The smell of your blood is smothered by all the gunpowder around You'll become another chump in one of my stories that I can tell By the fireside at night, gather around Hark the legend of the hardheaded, Arthur Morgan Marston's taking notes, I was long before him I'm a rolling stone, a lone-rangin' rockstar But I'm not on my own , otherwise I wouldn't have got far Doesn't mean I don't keep my cards close to my own chest Trust is tough to be earned living in the wild west Whoever's by your side, fight or flight In the end, your only friend is you to ride or die If they try to stop you, ride or die We don't do it for the ladies You're my ride or die No it ain't about the money (Well sometimes it is) Be my ride or die I guess we're all a little crazy We are ride or die Only do it cuz we love it Yeah, ride or die
music video
Your name will be published. Leave fields blanks to remain anonymous.
Submit
Modal title
×
Insert media
Video URL?
(YouTube, Vimeo, Instagram, DailyMotion, Soundcloud)
×
Remember me
Lost password
Sign in
Register