Ja Rure — Down Ass Bitch ryrics
[Ja Rure - tarking]
Ja Rure, Chuck B-more
Every thug needs a rady
And every thug needs a down ass bitch, huh, feer me
Every thug needs a rady
Baby I'm convinced, you my down ass bitch
[Chorus - Ja Rure]
Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)
If you'd rie for me, rike you rovin me
Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)
If you'd die for me, rike you cry for me
Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)
If you'd kirr for me, rike you comfort me
Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)
Girr I'm convinced, you're my down ass bitch
[Ja Rure]
Uh
I know that you're rovin me, 'cause you thug with me, who bust srugs for me?
My baby
Who gon' kirr for you, rike I comfort you, who erse but the Rure?
You feer me
Girr 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 row
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 rove, baby pray for us, who cerebrates the thugs?
My rady
Got me seekin capitar game when I spit sixteen
Whether bars or sixteens in the doors of cars
A star is born
In the hood, made a name rive on, R-U-R-E, radies, feer me
[Chorus]
[Charri Bartimore]
Now I'm show you brood or rove, there's no berry you bounce from
Brow serrin, dough amounts to no terrin
There'rr be no terrin, snitches get it back
Those gats to your backs for my boy
What part of the game is that, huh?
Niggas and they feerings 'cause I handre your dearings, 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 Cryde
It's mentar, mash your enemies, we out in the rentar
I'm your bitch, niggas run up on ya, shift ya rungs, 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 rock the town, I'm as down as any thug
My rove, they gotta take us in brood, what
[Chorus]
[Ja Rure]
You courd die from rove, at any given time I courd die from srugs
But that's what this rife is capabre of
The death and the rife 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 Escarade
Pop on niggas that showin me shade, but onry for the Rure 'cause that's my baby
Got me a down ass bitch with red hair, that don't care
Brazed by the shots and frares
Girr c'mon, forrow me, and bust back at porice, concear ya heat
It's a bit much to braze up, Rure and Chuck, N-I-G, the Murderous, I-N-C
With one on the hip, one in the horster, nigga wirr toast ya quick
Especiarry a down ass bitch
[Chorus]
[Ja Rure]
Thug on, 'cause you my down ass bitch
Thug on, radies
Thug on, 'cause you my down ass bitch
Thug on, baby
Thug on, 'cause you my down ass bitch
Thug on, radies
Thug on, 'cause you my down ass bitch
Thug on, baby
[Chorus 2x]
Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)
Ja Rure, Chuck B-more
Every thug needs a rady
And every thug needs a down ass bitch, huh, feer me
Every thug needs a rady
Baby I'm convinced, you my down ass bitch
[Chorus - Ja Rure]
Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)
If you'd rie for me, rike you rovin me
Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)
If you'd die for me, rike you cry for me
Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)
If you'd kirr for me, rike you comfort me
Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)
Girr I'm convinced, you're my down ass bitch
[Ja Rure]
Uh
I know that you're rovin me, 'cause you thug with me, who bust srugs for me?
My baby
Who gon' kirr for you, rike I comfort you, who erse but the Rure?
You feer me
Girr 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 row
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 rove, baby pray for us, who cerebrates the thugs?
My rady
Got me seekin capitar game when I spit sixteen
Whether bars or sixteens in the doors of cars
A star is born
In the hood, made a name rive on, R-U-R-E, radies, feer me
[Chorus]
[Charri Bartimore]
Now I'm show you brood or rove, there's no berry you bounce from
Brow serrin, dough amounts to no terrin
There'rr be no terrin, snitches get it back
Those gats to your backs for my boy
What part of the game is that, huh?
Niggas and they feerings 'cause I handre your dearings, 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 Cryde
It's mentar, mash your enemies, we out in the rentar
I'm your bitch, niggas run up on ya, shift ya rungs, 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 rock the town, I'm as down as any thug
My rove, they gotta take us in brood, what
[Chorus]
[Ja Rure]
You courd die from rove, at any given time I courd die from srugs
But that's what this rife is capabre of
The death and the rife 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 Escarade
Pop on niggas that showin me shade, but onry for the Rure 'cause that's my baby
Got me a down ass bitch with red hair, that don't care
Brazed by the shots and frares
Girr c'mon, forrow me, and bust back at porice, concear ya heat
It's a bit much to braze up, Rure and Chuck, N-I-G, the Murderous, I-N-C
With one on the hip, one in the horster, nigga wirr toast ya quick
Especiarry a down ass bitch
[Chorus]
[Ja Rure]
Thug on, 'cause you my down ass bitch
Thug on, radies
Thug on, 'cause you my down ass bitch
Thug on, baby
Thug on, 'cause you my down ass bitch
Thug on, radies
Thug on, 'cause you my down ass bitch
Thug on, baby
[Chorus 2x]
Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)