Ross, Rick Filmography

• 2013 BET Hip Hop Awards 2013, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• An Evening with Rick Ross and the 1500 or Nothin Band 2013, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• BET Awards 2012 2012, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• 2012 BET Hip Hop Awards 2012, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• Lotus Flower Bomb 2011, role: producer, Play in Full Screen
• Funk Flex Full Throttle 2011, role: actor, Play in Full Screen
• 2011 BET Hip Hop Awards 2011, role: actor, character name: Himself - Performer Play in Full Screen
• BET Awards 2011 2011, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• The Cookout 2 2011, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• Saggin' in the A-T-L... 2011, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• That Way 2011, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• MTV Video Music Awards 2011 Pre-Show 2011, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• MTV Video Music Awards 2011 2011, role: actor, character name: Himself - Performer Play in Full Screen
• That Way 2011, role: producer, Play in Full Screen
• Freaknik: The Musical 2010, role: actor, character name: Big Uzi Play in Full Screen
• 2010 VH1 Hip Hop Honors: The Dirty South 2010, role: actor, character name: Himself - Performer Play in Full Screen
• BET Awards 2010 2010, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• 2010 BET Hip Hop Awards 2010, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• Kings of the Underground: The Dramatic Journey of UGK 2010, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• MTV Video Music Awards 2010 2010, role: actor, character name: Himself - Opening Sketch Performer Play in Full Screen
• BET Awards '08 2008, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• Days of Wrath 2008, role: actor, character name: G Dogg Play in Full Screen
• Ozone West 2008, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• BET Hip Hop Awards 2008 2008, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• The Final Chapter 2008, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• The Next Hit 2008, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• BET Awards 2008 2008, role: actor, character name: Himself - Performer Play in Full Screen
• BET Hip-Hop Awards 2007, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• The Good, the Bad and the Bling 2007, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• Hip Hop Life 2007, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• 21st Annual Soul Train Music Awards 2007, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• DJ Khaled Makes a Video: Grammy Family 2006, role: actor, Play in Full Screen
• DJ Khaled Makes a Video: Holla at Me 2006, role: actor, Play in Full Screen
• BET Hip-Hop Awards 2006, role: actor, character name: Himself - Performer Play in Full Screen
• Notarized: Year End Video Countdown 2004, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• Trina: The Making of a Diamond Princess 2003, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen

Ross, Rick Filmography

• THS Investigates: Cults, Religion & Mind Control 2008, role: actor, character name: Himself - Cult Expert Play in Full Screen
• Join Us 2007, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• Yoga, Inc. 2007, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• New Religions: The Cult Question 1995, role: actor, character name: Himself - Deprogrammer Play in Full Screen

Ross, Rick Filmography

• Backslide 2003, role: producer, Play in Full Screen
• Backslide 2003, role: writer, Play in Full Screen
• Backslide 2003, role: director, Play in Full Screen

Famous quotes by Rick Ross:

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  Fuck With Your Shoes Onshow lyrics

  Fuck With Your Shoes On

  Trina part
  you wanna fuck me? handcuf me?
  you betta wine and dine me
  cop me tha biggest diamond you can find me
  some librachi shit that'll blind me
  G.G hunna tiffany necklace
  fly me to Paris just fo breakfast
  sip champaine dress tha freshest
  hopin out tha cario lay lexis
  material girl like Madonna
  Ms. Trina tha pre Madonna
  bad bitch with tha beez an tha power
  ice in my neck and itz freeze in ma colla
  so what you wanna do tonight?
  you wanna get me in tha mood tonight?
  lick me down low do what you like just make sure i get my NUT tonight.
  Rick Ross part:
  Ima man that can move slow
  let me get it wet first; sex, ima expert
  you gon love a nigga bet by tha next verse
  raw, set, thaz right (thaz right)
  lets ride (lets ride)cruz slow
  thaz how stretched out in tha S5
  shorties wave from tha corner wen i come thru
  many hoes wana holla but i want chu
  you know i got a spot now at tha yawt house
  like a month ago wanna go let tha cock out
  not now but we to far to stop now
  she dun crossed her arms yea she call herself hot now
  cool off with tha top down
  oh boy. fuck wit a po boy
  u need a nigga like me girl (so real)
  my money longer then tha distance on yo phone bill
  i shudnt hear those words that i caint touch
  when i got you in Paris like it aint much
  first class, coach u know that aint us
  cumin bak to bak tongue lookin like a paint brush
  me and my nigga dem feel us
  u fuckin wit sum dealaz
  ima hit it like the real us
  call it real lust
  hook:
  girl! dont make wait too long (3xs)
  (grl): why
  i wanna fuck u with ur shoes on
  (grl): riiight
  i wanna fuck u with ur shoes on
  (grl): yeaaaa
  all day all night long
  (grl): yeaaa
  ima stand up so strong
  (grl): YEAAAAAA
  Grl please sing this song!
  Chorus:
  all tonight baby u and me we can just go somwhere grl
  i been wantin u babey grl u dont know how hard i am
  ill stick this dick so far in u girl
  ill drive u crazy
  its u an me, baby take a chance
  im fuckin you right here on tha floor
  ill drive u crazzy, girl come wit me baby take a chance
  ill take u where u wanted ta go ; ill drive u crazzey
  other person:
  check it out right imma 2 at time type
  head dyke, sistaz, friendz,
  night stiff when im in those skins
  quit fightin it and jus fight tha dick
  ima skeet at tha peek of tha heat
  put cream on tha sheets, whip cream in tha sheets
  cancel yo husband dance wit a thug
  then afta tha club -im gettin into sumthin-
  a few hundred is nuthin
  i run thru numberz
  fo all u newcommers aint know
  they come and tha go
  i cum in they throat
  some of choke but sum of them go
  but the funny thing is nun of em say no
  and y's that? 'cause of high stats
  'cause a nigga cant hide then dipads
  when i fly pass u try ta catch!
  just a lil bit of contact
  windows down, get a whiff of that indo now
  request sex; even tho we jus met
  i need a bitch a can keep on deck
  strictly fo neck when i be on X
  neva spill drink but she sink in tha lex
  u got a thing for rings or regrets
  wit tha card tell big things come next yes.
  Hook:
  Chorus:

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  V.s.o.p. (remix)show lyrics

  V.s.o.p. (remix)

  [Rick Ross:]
  Master I got this, you heard me?
  Them niggas ain't in oss
  We run the show
  We all pay the rolls, the suckers pay the role,
  No shots till you hear the shots fire
  Because wanna be hot, no it's not time,
  So make falls out of best friends,
  Scuff tems but the truck bims,
  Breaking rules for play the fool,
  Shout out my fools, back and heady too,
  We get money when the coast clear,
  Two hundred foot yard, man ain't no fear,
  My fall dead, but I make cause,
  We make money then we make more,
  I told her one day she could be a boss,
  Baby a baby Julie green wall,
  Yea, we the team lean on
  But naked in the pool with my rings on,
  Money machines on, tell table share a new kings on,
  The steams on, master my baby, sing on em.
  [K. Michelle:]
  Very special all night
  One on the bed
  It's a little cold on your shoulder
  Mama said, I will understand when I pull the in my head
  Even if you tell me it's over,
  I pretend you told I'm your all,
  'cause you know this ain't an ordinary love,
  We got so much history in the stories about of,
  So come on over baby.
  We gonna light the candles tonight, very special
  we gonna do whatever you like, very special,
  got so many chillin' on nights, very special,
  hopes you make the rest of our lives, very special, oh
  very special, all night.
  We supposed to be with you that's .. to tell me,
  I can't really count em when everybody gonna tell me
  She's in a baby in a couple days,
  And I'ma get my baby right up in this space,
  Flowers and gifts, restaurants
  I swear he buy me anything I want
  That's why I'm so quit to
  Put the music on for you this .. baby.
  VSOP tonight, very special
  We can do whatever you like, very special
  That's Ok .. got something to chillin on your ice baby
  Very special, I hope you make the rest of my life,
  Very special, oh oh
  Very special, oh oh oh, very special
  All night.
  We gonna get on, oh
  We .. ohh
  All night.

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  What Da Lick Readshow lyrics

  What Da Lick Read

  [Intro:]
  God Forgives I don't, Gold
  MMG Tour, Leave the money on the scale
  How real is dat?
  [Verse 1:]
  It's Been a minute since I been to church
  Psalm 27 can I spit a verse
  Preyin on the weak, I should send some flowers
  I'm layin in the sheets, I'm well endowed
  Time to get the money steve forbes got
  I'm slowly climbing up, delete your spot
  Net worth nigga hoes love to google me
  Heavy Jewlery, swimmin trunks on Laguna beach
  Condo on Park Ave, The mansion in Boca
  20 bedrooms, My shit beiiger den oprahs
  Dreams and Nightmares Yeah I'm still havin those
  Side effects for niggas livin like animals
  Tequila Cup, Cake for a Kingpin
  Black Bar Mitzfah niggas ain't seen shit
  Obama Fundraiser, All Dope boys
  Blow ya candle out so on and so forth
  Boyz in da Hood, nigga game ain't change
  I done made love wearin eight chains
  Step to my enemies, tattoo all of my memories
  Use the Project ground for my assemblies
  I respect the tenant, don't step on my tennis
  Follow chain and command, Gunplay my lieutenant
  [Hook:]
  They ask me what I do and who I do it for
  And how I come up with the shit up in the studio
  All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho
  All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho
  When I die bury me inside the Gucci store
  When I die bury me inside the Louis store
  All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho
  All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho
  [Verse 2:]
  She got a big booty so I call him big booty
  West movie, couldn't get into it
  I'm in the kitchen, yea I'm's everywhere
  Jamaya juice, I got bands everywhere
  You the realest nigga breathin if I hold my breath
  Referee with a whistle, hold his tat
  Extendo clip (Extendo clip)
  Extendo roll (Extendo roll)
  When your girl lead mission at your house alone
  Hell we killin, goin on a chopathon
  See I don't have my balls in Pakistan
  Dope bomb, Joe Bomb and I peel bomb
  See nigga I've been balling you in real Kong
  When I die bury me inside the jewelry store
  When I die bury me inside the jewelry store
  True to my religion, to everything I'm too different
  So when I die bury me next to 2 bitches
  [Hook:]
  They ask me what I do and who I do it for
  And how I come up with the shit up in the studio
  All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho
  All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho
  When I die bury me inside the Gucci store
  When I die bury me inside the Louis store
  All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho
  All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho
  [Verse 3:]
  Ahhh easy easy how you do it hah
  It's my birthday, I deserve to be greedy hah
  She holding out, she ain't give it to the needy hah
  You go down stairs and fall asleep with your TV on
  Drop in the other 10 years, you deserve a menage
  Specially if you put that BMW in er garage
  Specially if you made a couple beemers on her mama crib
  Went to her niece's graduation, man I hate those kids
  Last birthday she got you a new sweater
  Put it on, give her a kiss and tell er do better
  She said how bout I get you jewelry from the west in?
  How bout she hit he west in and get a best friend?
  I'm jokin, I'm just serious, I asked er
  Don't be actin like no actress
  If we preach it then we practice
  Don't be reachin, don't be touchin shit
  We in Kanye West Benz cause our wheel turn you back, you a pedestrian
  [Hook:]
  They ask me what I do and who I do it for
  And how I come up with the shit up in the studio
  All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho
  All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho
  When I die bury me inside the Gucci store
  When I die bury me inside the Louis store
  All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho
  All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho
  It's your birthday, it's your birthday
  Bad bitch contest, you win first place
  You win first place, you win first place
  Bad bitch contest, you win first place
  I show up with a check to your work place
  Then hand he valet the keys to the Merces
  Tell the DJ play your song, this should come up uh
  When I'm seein from the back I can't front er on
  They ask me what I do and who I do it for
  When I die bury me inside the booty blub
  Get it good, get it good, get it get it good
  I might switch it up and get your girl
  [Hook:]
  They ask me what I do and who I do it for
  And how I come up with the shit up in the studio
  All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho
  All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho
  When I die bury me inside the Gucci store
  When I die bury me inside the Louis store
  All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho
  All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho
  Deucy yay
  We like Snoop and Dre
  And this your birthday baby
  You deserve a coup that drag
  You win first place, you win first place
  Bad bitch contest, you win first place

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  Deeper Than Rapshow lyrics

  Deeper Than Rap

  I'm sittin at the table, countin' my money
  Ain't where I wanna be but I got a few hundreds
  A lot of talk on the streets like a nigga crossin' me
  Well, that's somethin' I gotta see
  Is it how my chain swings? Tired of ma face
  Tellin' lies, getting niggas wives tied up and raped
  Similar to da mob, deeper than a rap
  All you niggas gettin' robbed, all the cell phones tapped
  Bullet in my head, bullet in my chest
  Yeah, they want a nigga dead, they envy my success
  To be loved, to be loved, oh what a feelin'
  Hundred rounds in da drum
  Niggas gettin whacked, no sympathy for the soft
  Niggas snitchin', I know bitches who clippin' your dick off
  I'ma boss champagne with the steak
  Pink rose jay sittin' ace by da case
  Brisco line, 2 young niggas, what it do
  He gotta pretty shone and he wanna bring her through
  That's love, we go back to the blue house
  And if she bad enough, may take her to da new house
  My Maserati be da new body
  Got your girl panties wetter than a pool party
  I got her sleepin' in the king size
  Last night I had tha bitch sittin' ring side
  You wanna go that route, go there
  I been on this road before
  (Uh, huh)
  I know gunplay, you know gunplay
  (Yeah)
  I'm shootin for the win but ready for the loss
  Both bags on the tip on my finger
  Yellin' bring it, I'm swingin' dat iron
  (Dat iron)
  When I'm swingin' dat iron
  (Dat iron)
  Ain't thinkin' 'bout time
  Ain't thinkin' 'bout mine
  Ain't thinkin' bout dying
  My nigga so street, my swisha so sweet
  All this money on the table, how a nigga gon' sleep
  Speculations on my deal, it was over ten mil
  Blowin' herb, chauffer plus home in New Zeal through
  Beat the case like Gotti, we the Trill Murder Inc
  I erased, slip and slide, they rainy in the mink
  Look dead in her eye, it's da end of the road
  In the purple Maybach means dat I'm getting' more dough
  Smell the Christian Dior, I used to be poor
  When you cross Florida lines, boy, I'm your leor
  Boobi Boys steal, Boobi Boy's real
  You can name a lot of lames that the Boobi Boys killed
  Brisco line to young nigga, what it do
  Said he gotta couple kilos and he wanna bring 'em through
  That's love, we go back to da blue house
  And if he brought enough I may buy me a new house
  You wanna go that route, go there
  I been on this road before
  (Uh, huh)
  I know gunplay, you know gunplay
  (Yeah)
  I'm shootin for the win but ready for the loss
  Both bags on the tip on my finger
  Yellin' bring it, I'm swingin' dat iron
  (Dat iron)
  When I'm swingin' dat iron
  (Dat iron)
  Ain't thinkin' 'bout time
  Ain't thinkin' 'bout mine
  Ain't thinkin' bout dying
  Nigga how I'm livin', damn near dying
  For every digit I get, fuck they know 'bout that
  I aint never put shit on the line, just shit in they rhyme
  I shoot a nigga shit on a rhyme
  Wanna bet nigga, you ain't a threat nigga
  Never seen a laptop in da projects nigga
  Just powder, cut with comet, fuck them comics
  Convicts and buyin' it, if they ain't coppin' or fryin' it
  Then don't get a nigga fired up behind sum
  Fuck shit, ma nigga don't want this
  Who dat, who dat behind the curtain
  I'll merk 'em, wizard of oz niggas
  Hiding behind money, hiding behind luxury
  I see 'em shootin' up all that fuck shit
  It's getting' ugly, got torch on the line
  Said he got a couple nuns, I told him
  Grab two koo, bring 'em on through
  You wanna go that route, go there
  I been on this road before
  (Uh, huh)
  I know gunplay, you know gunplay
  (Yeah)
  I'm shootin for the win but ready for the loss
  Both bags on the tip on my finger
  Yellin' bring it, I'm swingin' dat iron
  (Dat iron)
  When I'm swingin' dat iron
  (Dat iron)
  Ain't thinkin' 'bout time
  Ain't thinkin' 'bout mine
  Ain't thinkin' bout dying

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  Street Moneyshow lyrics

  Street Money

  Yeah, good looking E-Class, I needed that, nigga
  What? Trilla, realer to fuck niggas
  You know me, I walked up in the spot, the baby's be goin' crazy
  While niggas bet he dippin', you know they got that
  That street money, that street, that street money
  That street money, that street, that street money
  You know me, I stay up on my grind, like working that 9 to 5
  Plus hitting that 95, I'm out to get that
  That street money, that street, that street money
  That street money, that street, that street money
  I started flat broke, now I'm poppin' rubber bands
  I know I'm the shit, I done ate a ton of spam
  If the club poppin', Ima burn a hundred grams
  Check the parking lot pimpin', whip cost a hundred grand
  I'm in love with shades, I got a thousand pairs
  So that's free game for all you thousand airs
  It's funny sour D's will smell sweet
  All these niggas think they sell them on Canal Street
  I'm sittin' twelve feet, fuck, can you tell me
  I let the 12's beat, 'Nightmare on Elm Street'
  So don't fall asleep 'cause my life a dream
  And they ain't gotta speak, they know I'm spittin' cheese
  You know me, I walked up in the spot, the baby's be goin' crazy
  While niggas bet he dippin', you know they got that
  That street money, that street, that street money
  That street money, that street, that street money
  You know me, I stay up on my grind, like working that 9 to 5
  Plus hitting that 95, I'm out to get that
  That street money, that street, that street money
  That street money, that street, that street money
  We got them bottles poppin' soundin' like they gun shots
  Got the models balkin', did it all with one watch
  I hit a lot markets, start 'em off with one block
  People love the product, so my people come to shop
  My uncle, 65, he still sellin' dope
  He claim he petrified, the field goin' broke
  It's them Caddy Seville's, went from acid to pills
  To elaborate deals if you want status you kill
  'Cause they have it for real when I step in the spot
  Treat the club like the charts, I go straight to the top
  They cost a stack, so don't step on the shoes
  And ya know I'm strapped, I'ma play by the rules
  You know me, I walked up in the spot, the baby's be goin' crazy
  While niggas bet he dippin', you know they got that
  That street money, that street, that street money
  That street money, that street, that street money
  You know me, I stay up on my grind, like working that 9 to 5
  Plus hitting that 95, I'm out to get that
  That street money, that street, that street money
  That street money, that street, that street money
  Take the good with the bad, in the club blowin' your last
  Ballin' like I violated, bottles keep me hydrated
  Party up in skyscrapers, parachute to prevail
  Pistol like a paratrooper, tell 'em take it easy
  Bitch is bad as can be, this her fantasy
  Left her panties at home standin' there thick as can be
  R I C K R O S S, standin' there dressed fresh
  Gettin' pussy, hell yes, Ross, Ross
  You know me, I walked up in the spot, the baby's be goin' crazy
  While niggas bet he dippin', you know they got that
  That street money, that street, that street money
  That street money, that street, that street money
  You know me, I stay up on my grind, like working that 9 to 5
  Plus hitting that 95, I'm out to get that
  That street money, that street, that street money
  That street money, that street, that street money

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  Presidentialshow lyrics

  Presidential

  Get Money! Get Money!
  Girl I think you're special
  Strictly presidential
  You know the crib on the water now
  The Maybach stay watered down
  Project niggas giving orders now
  The gold presidential just to sport around
  I'm from the era of fitted caps and rental cars
  Dope pushers with ambition and pretty broads
  Walking on Jewish marble, hand painted the ceiling
  Happy Hanukkah nigga, it's a wonderful feeling
  Got my seats on the wood, playas giving me gap
  Lyor like how I move, want her right in my lap
  I made a few mils, ain't mentioning Meek
  Went and bought a new crib the weekend Wale released
  Bitches, they keep coming
  Bilie Jean thumping
  I need to hear the trumpets, meaning machine gunning
  I ain't missing nothing, got her sipping something
  I could ship her something, you know that December coming
  Cause that green is all you need
  When you're a star baby, a star babe
  We all dream of royalty
  But that's who we are baby
  All I ever need is girls and green
  They see me leaning in some new shit
  Now it's gold presidentials for the cruise ship
  Threesomes, weed crumbs on the cruise ship
  I'm a boss have you ass on a news clip
  She a dime but she gotta be a cool bitch
  Pony tail, red nails, still in school bitch
  Needed some cash so she asked me could she move shit
  Not a chance, whips got her talking foolish
  I was skipping them classes, but I got me a master
  I was gifted at math, always counted the fastest
  Fishscale made me major profit margins
  I'm a profit stuffing my pockets, you niggas starving
  Lord forgive me for my sins, I'm with this pretty bitch
  80 grand, rubber band for some silly shit
  She on that Alexander Wang
  Gold presidential Venus when I change the game
  Cause that green is all you need
  When you're a star baby, a star babe
  We all dream of royalty
  But that's who we are baby
  All I ever need is girls and green
  She wanna roll with a winner now
  So I let her roll with the windows down
  My nigga's up the road come and get it now
  60-40 know we split it up the middle now
  Shawty's said the word, I was talking that talk
  Maybe link up in New York, that's awesome as fuck
  I never been in love until I heard a beat
  She never met a G until she heard of me
  3rd floor projects, feel my point of view
  Everything is number 2, that's when it come to you
  Isabel Marant sneakers 'til the summer through
  Fuck you on a yacht is what I wanna do
  Baby girl got that wet wet
  I repeat: wet wet
  I'm the boss and I'm on that
  White T, gold Rolex
  Cause that green is all you need
  When you're a star baby, a star babe
  We all dream of royalty
  But that's who we are baby
  All I ever need is girls and green
  Her shoe game remarkable
  I feel solely responsible

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  Pullin' On Her Hair

  Pullin' on her, pullin', pullin' on her hair
  Pullin' on her, pullin', pullin' on her hair
  Pullin' on her, pullin', pullin' on her hair
  I love it when she wear her hair down to her shoulders
  And she know if she come over then I'ma fold her
  Already told her, I'm like a boulder
  Hit it 'til she feelin' like she tipsy, but she sober
  Just curled her hair though she know that I'ma mess it up
  But she don't care 'cause she been wantin' me to sex her up
  And when we finished, she can pin it up
  She love it when I
  (Pullin' on her hair, pullin', pullin' on her hair)
  She love it when I
  (Pullin' on her hair, pullin', pullin' on her hair)
  She loves it when I
  (Pullin' on her hair, pullin', pullin' on her hair)
  She loves it when I
  (Pullin' on her hair, pullin', pullin' on her hair)
  She love it when I'm
  (Pullin' on her hair, pullin', pullin' on her hair)
  She love it when I
  (Pullin' on her hair, pullin', pullin' on her hair)
  She buzzin' when I
  (Pullin' on her hair, pullin', pullin' on her hair)
  She cussin' when I
  (Pullin' on her hair, pullin', pullin' on her hair)
  I even love it when she wear her hair in corn rows
  But she know when we finished she gon' have an afro
  And she ain't trippin', man, what is she gon' get mad for?
  Needed something new while sneaking in your back door
  Oh, whoa, I'ma stretch her out down on that floor
  And if her hair too short, she can add more
  If her hair too short, she can add more
  'Cause she love it when I
  (Pullin' on her hair, pullin', pullin' on her hair)
  She love it when I
  (Pullin' on her hair, pullin', pullin' on her hair)
  She buzzin' when I
  (Pullin' on her hair, pullin', pullin' on her hair)
  She cussin' when I
  (Pullin' on her hair, pullin', pullin' on her hair)
  Ooh, she love it when I
  (Pullin' on her hair, pullin', pullin' on her hair)
  She love it when I
  (Pullin' on her hair, pullin', pullin' on her hair)
  She buzzin' when I
  (Pullin' on her hair, pullin', pullin' on her hair)
  She cussin' when I
  (Pullin' on her hair, pullin', pullin' on her hair)
  [Rick Ross:]Her performance stellar, so I gotta tell her
  My paper hella def, my Ferrari yella
  Versace robes by Donatella
  I got Navy guns, boats like a sailor
  Pullin' on her hair, borne a brother's stare
  Kissin' on her neck, this gon' be a while
  I'm a bad boy, yeah, I'ma tie her down
  Pullin' on her hair when I tie her down
  Who your first was, that don't matter now
  That's long and gone, and I just want to tie you down
  Who your first was, that don't matter now
  I came along, and I just want to tie you down
  Ooh, she love it when I
  (Pullin' on her hair, pullin', pullin' on her hair)
  She love it when I
  (Pullin' on her hair, pullin', pullin' on her hair)
  She buzzin' when I
  (Pullin' on her hair, pullin', pullin' on her hair)
  She's cussin' when I
  (Pullin' on her hair, pullin', pullin' on her hair)
  Ooh, she love it when I
  (Pullin' on her hair, pullin', pullin' on her hair)
  She loves it when
  (Pullin' on her hair, pullin', pullin' on her hair)
  She's buzzin'
  (Pullin' on her hair, pullin', pullin' on her hair)
  She's cussin'
  (Pullin' on her hair, pullin', pullin' on her hair)
  Pullin' on her, pullin', pullin' on her hair
  Pullin' on her, pullin', pullin' on her hair

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  Retrosuperfutureshow lyrics

  Retrosuperfuture

  [Rick Ross - Verse 1]
  The minute I wake up I gotta get high
  The homies we found us a way to get by
  Lets call us some bitches and have a good time
  A lot of bottles of Vodka as we forget time
  Lets clean up the Chevy so we can ride by
  Quick piece of pussy call it a drive by
  I'ma slide by sippin on that high life
  and my slippers jack triple where my five light
  as a all-star I made so many highlights
  touchdown field goal this my night
  she the wild type ready for the wild night
  are you the buy type, hangin at the bar type
  I hope you are 'cause that mean a player all right
  smokin like a Taylor so the paper is all white
  tryna to land a plane baby are you really gain
  back to the future me and Wiz got this thing sayin'
  [Chorus - Wiz Khalifa]
  I stay high while ya'll stay low
  tryna tell me 'bout the smell I know
  but I stay red form all that smoke
  the weeds with me everywhere I go
  and ya'll can roll, woah woah woah woah woah woah woah oh oh oh
  and ya'll can roll, woah woah woah woah woah woah woah oh oh oh
  and ya'll can roll,
  [Rick Ross - Verse 2]
  I got yo girl diggin all in my ash tray
  dickin her down for the few past days
  she asked the name of my sneakers, are they designer?
  shawty green as the reefer even the grinder
  fuckin like its a porn in my recliner
  lookin straight in the eyes, they show vagina
  shes a lair but damn she does it well
  we on fire imagine what it'll sell
  all my homies are people that I admire
  small click of real niggas smokin that fire
  holdin' my dick until the day that I expire
  we and Wiz in the benz gettin' higher
  [Chorus - Wiz Khalifa]
  [Rick Ross - Verse 3]
  I'm in the right pair of Nike Airs
  from gravel to marble I travel light years
  I'm like chyea I'ma chill right chea
  like the Mack 11 on me nigga no fear
  skateboard aboard to PanAmerica
  I make more abroad than in America
  waitin' for the day Bob rose from the dead
  in HD as I take an ounce to the head

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  Rich Forevershow lyrics

  Rich Forever

  [rick ross - intro]
  regardless of how it goes down
  life goes on. am i right?
  [john legend]
  on the way we shed some tears
  every day we sacrifice
  so we can be standing here
  oh what a hell of a life
  been winning so many years
  and the future is bright
  now it's very clear
  that we gon' be rich forever
  and ever, and ever oh oh oh
  we gon' be rich forever, oh ooooh
  we gon' be rich forever and ever, and ever
  [rick ross - verse 1]
  i remember being blind to it
  til the day i put my mind to it
  pen and pad on the dresser for me to fine tune it
  i sat in the corner, made up my mind, do it!
  def jam on my heels, should i sign to it?
  million dollar advance for me to rhyme fluent
  every day i'm hustlin' on every corner boomin'
  back of the phantom couldn't fathom i was such a student
  grandfather deal for the godfather
  lucian grainge from the ghetto, i follow god's orders
  and he told me i was rich forever
  then he showed me i was rich forever
  they call me mr. roberts when i'm in the bank
  digits like the dodgers when it comes to franks
  flossin' out in compton like i got a cape
  rosemo tried to fight it, but barely niggas fade
  white sheet, yellow tape, where your dogs at
  count a million cash, can you blog that?
  me and niggas your type, never exchange numbers
  wanna conversate and steal game from us
  see the watch, now you want to know the name of it
  never playin' so i went and got the frame flooded
  cartier, hublot, i could name a dozen
  your shit pushed back cuz it ain't buzzin'
  now these thugs actors all of a sudden
  niggas hustle backwards all of a sudden
  can't talk snow, where the soft at?
  your man got murked, but you squashed that
  hope you know what we call that
  i think you know just what we call that
  all you pussy boys fall back
  big face rolly, rolls gold cost 40
  platinum twenty one, it's time to go and spoil shorty
  you only live once i'm screaming yolo in the vi
  time flies fast balling with my nigga t.i
  ciroc, no glass, smiling women in my presence
  tall supermodels always fall in my possession
  atlanta housewives taking pictures in my section
  but i only got a thing for young bitches with aggression
  show me that affection that a d-boy craves
  rich forever in my d-boy ways
  sold dope, blue jeans, new j's
  sold dope by any means all day
  [hook - john legend]
  been winning so many years
  and the future is bright
  now it's very clear
  that we gon' be rich forever
  and ever, and ever
  we gon' be rich forever
  [verse 2 - rick ross]
  100 mil ain't enough
  got 100 women, gotta deal with it, love
  worth 40m's is he still dealing drugs
  cigarettes, speedboats, but he's still with the thugs
  club liv, louis shots on a sunday
  grinding, even be legit one day
  order some more bottles because i'm on one
  i know her pussy wet, and she wanna cum
  she wanna cum, maybe come over
  stop dealing with them niggas you need one soldier
  keep you as my bitch forever
  cuz you know a nigga rich forever
  [hook]

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  Ridin' Thru The Ghettoshow lyrics

  Ridin' Thru The Ghetto

  I'm a boss
  I'm ridin through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars
  I'm worth a million dollars
  I been worth a million dollars
  I'm ridin through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars
  I'm makin women holla (holla)
  Makin women holla (holla)
  I just left my momma house and it made me feel good
  I just paid my momma bills, you would if you could
  You see I'm from the ghetto where you gotta go to prison
  Cause niggaz in the ghetto always end up in the system
  But I'm ridin through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars (dollars)
  I'm ridin through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars (dollars)
  Convertible Impala, wouldn't drive what I'm ownin
  Plus I'm ballin like them brothers smokin on that California
  Hit the freeway! I'm the new nigga not my brother nigga
  Got our lives in it stalkin the whip one of the toughest
  Gotta handle my business, I came up with a plan
  and my mind active, I'm in a lime green Lamb'
  Yeah them hoes wanna ride with us
  I love to drive on them two wheels, yo they love us
  Got 'bout 20 stacks up in my jeans
  Hit the interstate, we gettin sucked in between, you see
  You gotta understand the feeling baby
  It's like comin to the crap game, clearin 'em out
  Nigga done came up, feel me?
  Now I'm a billionaire, big boss
  Let's say I'm comin down on some shit that I
  I paid four hundred thousand for
  I paid that with a smile!
  I'm comin down, mines be all I drive
  It's all the way live
  Boss about, boss, and I love to floss
  It ain't even that deep
  You gotta follow close
  When I saw that PF Changs we can do some thangs
  I'm a real nigga though
  Ha! We the Best, so fresh
  I'm higher than a muh'fucka man

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  Ring Ringshow lyrics

  Ring Ring

  C-note after c-note, put the remix on my kilo
  Thought I wouldn't make it, now I'm winning Timothy Tebow
  Fourth quarter, I'm back, fourth quarter, in fact
  Fourth quarter, that's that, four Ford in all black
  I said boss and I meant that, advance, you spent that
  Corvette so clean you'll think Bruce Springsteen rent that
  Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair
  Dubai, I been there, but f-ck that, we in here
  Roll up and inhale, I live next to Denzel
  Alonzo, my condo cost three mil', this shit real
  IPhone and iPad, Amex in my gat
  Left hand got ten bands, back pocket, four stacks
  All I need is bad hoes, all these niggas gon' rat
  Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back
  All I need is Benzos, riding on Lorenzos
  Stack my money tenfold, make this my new ten-four
  [Hook]
  Fuck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
  F-ck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
  F-ck all you haters
  Watch me f-ck all these b!tches
  I got eight different Rollies
  And they all mint condition
  I'm screaming f-ck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
  Fuck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
  I got five different Benzes
  This is my deposition
  I'm screaming, "F-ck every witness"
  Cause b!tch, I'm big business
  I'm screaming f-ck em
  [Verse 2 : 2 Chainz]
  Me gon hit my boast
  Me gon hit my boast
  What you know about walking in the Gucci store and they salute?
  Chain cost a coupe, coupe cost a crib
  Riding with the chopper like it's my friend
  This for real niggas only, I still bail with Kobe
  Got a sign in my garage that say, "Foreign only"
  Forces pouring, on mixtapes I'm touring
  See my shit that fire shit, and yo' shit boring
  2 Chainz smoking loud like it's a newborn
  Dad wasn't around, my father figure was Too Short
  New Porsche deuced up, two cups got juice in it
  Two forks, two pipes, I could whip it both-handed
  My girl is bow-legged, just do it like Bo Jackson
  Every beat I'm toe-tagging, tune big as a Volkswagon
  Money got me sagging, it really doesn't matter
  I run circles round these niggas' world like Saturn
  [Hook]
  Fuck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
  F-ck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
  F-ck all you haters
  Watch me f-ck all these b!tches
  I got eight different Rollies
  And they all mint condition
  I'm screaming f-ck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
  Fuck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
  I got five different Benzes
  This is my deposition
  I'm screaming, "F-ck every witness"
  Cause b!tch, I'm big business
  I'm screaming f-ck em
  [Verse 3 : Wale]
  Black Foamposites, it's like we on that outer shit
  Riding five deep and I'm as dirty as them congressmen
  Sixty-two, without no tint, mission roof of my new shit
  Ironic sense, my drive increased, my driver see the profit
  Yeah, word, f-ck you niggas, pay me though
  Smoke that Mark McGuire strong
  Oakland ain't no basic smoke
  Shout-out to your lady, a.k.a. MMG favorite ho
  Tell that ass the way to go before I show her where to go
  No Canseco, and I'm switching lanes at one six oh
  A nigga trees fine, a police siren!
  Woop woop, nah, that's just Diplo
  And you cute, shorty, let's get low
  On the low, I'mma talk that jazz
  Jungle fever for the night
  Horny or white, that's Anglo-Sax
  [Hook]
  Fuck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
  F-ck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
  F-ck all you haters
  Watch me f-ck all these b!tches
  I got eight different Rollies
  And they all mint condition
  I'm screaming f-ck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
  Fuck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
  I got five different Benzes
  This is my deposition
  I'm screaming, "F-ck every witness"
  Cause b!tch, I'm big business

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  Same Damn Time (remix) (ft. Wale, Meek Mill & Gunplay)show lyrics

  Same Damn Time (remix) (ft. Wale, Meek Mill & Gunplay)

  future what it do, nigger?
  bounce!
  nigger on these fuck boys
  was that?
  twisting, whining, backing soda at the same damn time
  plus i got to mention, bitch, i got the same damn time
  women bought the sixty twos at the same damn time
  like.. at the rolly at the same damn time!
  at the same damn time, at the same damn time
  still selling boys and girl at the same damn time!
  selling cane, gimmie brain at the same damn time
  all the women say my name at the same damn time!
  ..two different choppers at the same damn time
  putting down different projects at the same damn time!
  throw money.. it's the same damn grind
  but i got two platinum at the same damn time!
  women got two maseratis at the same damn time
  paparazzi.. at the same damn time
  it's the same damn time, it's the same damn grind
  captain boy cooking time at the same damn time
  on my twitter writing raps at the same damn time
  getting here counting bread at the same down time.
  she a.. at the same damn time
  we're a squad, long for
  fuck your tape, fuck your bra
  middle finger up, to the mother fucking
  no days on, can't play ball, sick with the like the wrong going on.
  at the same damn time shape like a..
  ..and she makes you
  and she striping, go to college
  and they trick her to
  but them bitches always gossip, she fears
  at the same, at the same time
  and your girl don't show her face when i'll be
  ..be nice, with the great
  you're in the past on the same watch!
  chorus:
  i wear gucci, i wear prada at the same damn time
  on the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time
  selling white, selling me at the same damn time
  fucking two pair of bitches at the same damn time
  at the same damn time, at the same damn time
  at the same damn time, at the same damn time
  on the pluto, on the mars at the same damn time
  on the sofa, private bar, at the same damn time
  all black, tacky jumper ..at the same damn time
  daddy's bitches popping
  all these hoes in the game, no room for you in here
  bitch on my shades, skinies on my blades
  like my hood that ever glades
  bitch for ever pay, doing with no effort
  now let's celebrate
  hoes catching
  toe touching flicks, she jumped on my and did a trick for me.
  slipping on, and pimping grip for me.
  you homie, homie had a
  i'mma pull that ghetto now
  must be at your rabbit mind, i'm talking rabbit same damn time.
  i got gucci, i got louis at the same damn time
  i should do naomi with the same damn
  in the kitchen with the flow, you got the same damn
  i need a i'mma blow it at the same damn time
  at the same damn time, get a
  and she got a boyfriend, but she say it's sucker
  at the same time pull it like james
  and tomorrow all these niggers can't count
  got bitches on my list, they're rolling on
  chorus:
  i wear gucci, i wear prada at the same damn time
  on the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time
  selling white, selling me at the same damn time
  fucking two pair of bitches at the same damn time
  at the same damn time, at the same damn time
  at the same damn time, at the same damn time
  on the pluto, on the mars at the same damn time
  on the sofa, private bar, at the same damn time

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  She Crazy

  Aaliyah:
  Yeahhh Mhmm Mhmm
  Rick Ross (Talking)
  You Know Sometime in Life Shit Get So Crazy, I Wanna Smoke One For My Nigga Peanut, Thats My Brother Forever Nigga I Love You Nigga,Your Son Mine Nigga, Let Me Check This Bitch Right Quick Though
  Verse 1:
  Been Through Alot 9.0 Times it Gets Cold, Doing Bad Had You Take Dope off The Road, Had A Situation Where She Kept it G As Fuck, Sometimes Realer Then The Niggas That I Trust, Runing in Banks, Walking Out Stores Anything That I Needed Signature She Would Forge, Fucked Up Her Credit Overdue Rental Cars it Was All 50/50 in This lil Thing of Ours, Girl Used To Lace Me Shoplifting At Macy I Just Loved That Fact That She Really Did Embrace Me, Then She Started Dancing Really Didn't Phase Me, Started Popping Pills That's When Shit Got Crazy Money Come And Go But The Trill Will Remain When This Rap Shit Pop I Told Her That I Never Change, Have Been Stacking Change And I Gotcha A Lil' Cut When We Meet Aqain Girl We Can Live it Up
  Neyo (Chrous)x2:
  (Ooooh) And No Matter The Time Or The Place in The Matter The Crime, Its Just Me And My, (Ooooh) Just Me And My, Do it All Through Whatever We Stay Together (Ooooh) .
  Verse 2:
  Smokin' Weed Looking At Your Picture on The Wall, I Remember Hittin' Licks Then We Both Hit The Mall Talkin' New Kicks, Cologne, Down To The Drawers, Raised Like Brothers But This Dope Game Flaw, Things That I Saw Really Made Me Wanna Change, This A Shame What 5 Dollars Do To Niggas Veins, After Graduation BestFriends Parted Ways, Fuck House Parties Now Its Time To Get Paid We Were Movin' White While My Niggas Touchin' The H, We Were Still Broke But Money Was on The Way Shit Were Goin' Great Til' My Nigga Called The Case, DNA Master Homicide Back in '98 Fucked Up Plans Incarcerated My Man, Took His Lexus Jeep Diamond Rings of His Hand, Damn, But You Can't Take A Real Nigga Legacy Legends Live Forever, So My Letter Reads
  Neyo (Chrous)x2:

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  Power Circle (ft. Gunplay)

  [intro: rick ross]
  if michael jackson came alive right now
  he'd ask you to smoke one for him
  so in his honor
  [verse 1: rick ross]
  you niggas spud webb, comin' up short
  think you're dee brown, jump if you want
  i put it on my momma and her very last nerve
  ricky made off everything i deserved
  the square root of a kilo is me nigga
  the square root of a kilo is me nigga
  do the math, i'm a mothafuckin g nigga
  [verse 2: gunplay]
  it's all on me now, as you can see now
  i'm gon' get this money and i will not be denied
  been shittin' on you fucks a long time, time to pee now
  when you finish first they hate you worse, startin to see now
  i'm at the round table, where your seat at?
  where your plate, where your lobster, where your sea bass?
  we ain't never left, actin' like we back
  you should see us now taking pictures acting like we rap
  this the circle that'll murk you, blackout, short circuit
  somebody show them square ass niggas the first exit
  this here reserved for soldiers most definitely
  so watch what you say and where you step more carefully
  if i fall in the field and ain't no more air for me
  pour some on the ground and put one in the air for me
  tell my enemies fuck 'em, they know already but fuck 'em
  tell 'em again with a middle finger and a chuckle
  you don't know nan nigga, nope, uh uh
  this famous that'll still throw copper
  cross so heavy crack the tabernacle
  fire the ganja back up
  throw some blow in my tobacco
  then crank the lac up
  one match left, this the last turn
  santeria candles in my sanctuary burn
  i'mma earn 'til the last court adjourn
  'til the last gavel drop we gon' have it locked
  we gon' have it locked
  we gon' have it locked
  [verse 3: stalley]
  i'm part of the small percentage of niggas who make it out the ghetto
  but niggas tried to pull me back cause misery loves company
  it's funny how they come for me when they see me living comfortably
  but when i was broke and sleeping on floors they ain't want nothing from me
  my future's so bright but my past so ugly
  and i just try to correct it all but it all still haunts me
  tried to section off the past but it still haunts me
  so i accept what got me here, reflecting in this rocking chair
  all this space created, all that hard work it got me here
  so what i look like tellin' a nigga that i should be here
  power to the people so the people shouldn't live in fear
  and i'll be that raising voice and tell the people treat us fair
  warring in the streets tell them soldiers to meet us there
  out in the open all alone i felt the coldest air
  secluded in my thoughts in fear
  no one to talk to, no one there
  not even a voice, not even an ear
  no one alive, no one to care
  now i got a power circle, now i'm on a power trip
  and they calling me counterfeit cause i ain't gave a coward shit
  stole me, throw me a pile of shit but you won't pull me out of it
  it's funny how it comes full circle
  now they wanna be a part of the power circle
  they wanna be a part of the power circle
  [bridge: wale] (2x)
  may the wind be at your back
  may the bad be in your past
  may the kids take all your good
  and your wife have class
  and you realize your goals
  and what's life without grind
  those niggas, yo' niggas?
  hope those niggas real as mine
  [verse 4: wale]
  there's a difference between underrated and haven't made it
  once you successful they relentlessly giving you hatred
  there's no applause for ya and success is hard for ya
  there's enemies, envy, with green my niggas lawnmower
  and i'm on tour, jordan 4′s, tom ford
  and i ain't thuggin, they clappin at me, a encore
  got a dark heart, bright mind, make women crazy
  i give her d, i throw up two, i call that shit a safety
  shit is crazy when entertainment ain't entertaining
  and my inner sanctum need real estate i'm out my cabeza
  jealousy's for the weak, you ain't happy i made it
  i be feeling like brother malcolm just out of the nation
  allah got us cause if we hollered a lost numbers
  i seen hustlers turn cluckers out niggas grandmothers
  so shut the fuck up and listen, fuck all them stuck up musicians
  my circle small but regardless circumference official
  my clothes different like quarterbacks at a closed scrimmage
  they gon' blitz us but ain't no way that they gon' hit us
  i'm so allusive so my niggas be goin' through it
  guess it's a wrap when your co-defendant make soul music
  cash rule the world at least it do with girls
  at least it do with churches, eat the truth and true it hurts
  if they real, and they real, my niggas deserve it
  and we don't deal with weak squares in this power circle
  we don't deal with weak squares in this power circle
  [verse 5: meek mill]
  i'm like welcome to the power circle
  i came a long way, i started with a powdered circle
  clique full of real niggas that'll probably murk you
  cause they about that murder game you do a lot of verbal
  lotta talking, lotta tweeting, 'til you hear that chopper speaking
  kill my dog, i kill your dog, we tied even, i'd believe it
  if you see it then you got it, nigga never give up
  cause if you grindin' you gon' be rich before you can look up
  my cousin knock told me never teach niggas to cook up
  cause you can sell 'em hard for the low and give 'em the hookup
  and still make the profit
  the streets say i'm the hottest and a nigga still modest
  i'm just being honest
  back to the wall, never let 'em get behind us
  mack in my draws fitting right in my designers
  look at my persona, i dreamed it, woke up and conquered
  and there was commas after commas, i eat 'em like benihanas
  put the shrimp over the pasta, the pasta over the lobster
  and the lobster over the table, power circle a mafia
  just talkin' money, talkin' money what you talkin' bout?
  probably talkin' bout us, we the only thing to talk about
  cause we the only thing to talk about
  cause we the only thing to talk about
  [verse 6: kendrick lamar]
  look inside the highs of the last mohicans survived
  you won't last a weekend outside
  seen a pastor tweaking, then sunk his teeth in a rock his demise
  later on that evening you heard the grieving of angels that cried
  see a demon don't compromise
  and so i walk alone with a cross and a diamond stone
  i'm a diamond inside the rough that's too mighty for maricons
  i might as well put all my killers in ysl
  put my voice on this microphone, put you pussy niggas through hell
  hell's fire, i never lie, you will never grind
  i know the priors they runnin' by us when we do crime
  i know that section eight wanna discontinue my moms
  when they heard that ohio state gave me 30 racks in july
  oh lord, this can't be life, no it can't be life
  when they day breaks and you earned them stripes and you learned that strike
  from upstate will adjourn that life and confirm that life
  it's good bait for the warden that might get awarded and write
  now your fate can record it denied a reporter replied
  the death rate will eventually climb, so eventually i'm
  on a track race for the dough before time get a clock that resigns
  so about face if it ain't business, i get offended, i mind
  now one fake, i'm a realist in strive, i'm a bilion in five
  well a billion cause the limit is the sky and i live on cloud nine
  and i recognize my nemesis gon' try to put a finish in my shine
  but pussy, where it hurt you
  life in the power circle
  [outro: rick ross]
  regardless of how it goes down
  life goes on, am i right?
  tried to warn you niggas
  i tried to warn you niggas
  it's too late now
  double m-g
  too much cake
  too much power
  too much respect
  bow down, nigga

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  Pray For Us

  Come on let's pray
  Dear Lord
  Please forgive us for all the sins we have brought upon us
  And look down upon us with forgiveness for all the sins we will have in the
  Future
  I know you understand that brothers ain't perfect
  But we try, Lord
  We try to keep our heads up in bad times
  This is a bad time
  Show us the way
  And if You can't show us the way

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  I Know (remix) (ft. Whole Slab)show lyrics

  I Know (remix) (ft. Whole Slab)

  (Hook: Rich Homie Quan)
  I know I know I know
  I know I know I know (What you know Quan?)
  You ain't that nigga you say you is (Well how you know though?)
  Just know that I know I know I know (Okay!)
  Them streets, they fuck with me strong
  And them bitches gon fuck just because money long
  You know that I know I know I know
  Well you know that I know it I know it I know
  (Verse: Rick Ross)
  Suede Balenciaga sneakers that a boss a do it
  Snitches chirpin like a beeper, better look into it
  Bitches wanna step up to another bracket nigga
  And she wanna fuck Miami's richest rapper nigga
  So I fucked her like a rapper nigga
  All I left her was my swisha wrapper nigga
  I brought the rafe like a trapper nigga
  Brought the cake to the dealer in the plastic nigga
  Sittin in the traffic, you can smell dough
  No tints for my niggas with the elbow
  All glass in the watches that I wear now
  All ass, older bitches that I care about
  All cash in yo city then we tear up out it
  Got that 308, don't make me let that air up out it
  Fuck around and make me knock yo dreads off
  Shots fired, suspect speed off
  (Hook: Rich Homie Quan)
  I know I know I know
  I know I know I know (What you know Quan?)
  You ain't that nigga you say you is (Well how you know though?)
  Just know that I know I know I know (Okay!)
  Them streets, they fuck with me strong
  And them bitches gon fuck just because money long
  You know that I know I know I know
  Well you know that I know it I know it I know
  (Verse: Whole Slab)
  We in this bitch 30 deep like 30D
  Niggas cappin but they scared, them niggas sweet
  Black bottle, crack yo head, now go to sleep
  Pussy niggas on Twitter, I'm on the street
  I'm bout that life, I play the game just how it go
  I fucked yo bitch, she say you lame, I already know
  Bvlgari shades on my face, I see no evil
  I'm bout that Maybach Music shit, this is the sequel
  Slab, time to turn up for these bitches come on
  It's 21, leaving with one of these bitches, I go to blue flame
  I put that thing on these bitches so talkin KOD
  I spend some change on them bitches and I know
  Gotta forward the ex so I po
  You say that's yo bitch, nigga no that's my hoe
  But on Facebook my Rollie is gold
  And I know I know I know
  Slab
  (Hook: Rich Homie Quan)
  I know I know I know
  I know I know I know (What you know Quan?)
  You ain't that nigga you say you is (Well how you know though?)
  Just know that I know I know I know (Okay!)
  Them streets, they fuck with me strong
  And them bitches gon fuck just because money long
  You know that I know I know I know
  Well you know that I know it I know it I know

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  Everything A Dope Boy Ever Wantedshow lyrics

  Everything A Dope Boy Ever Wanted

  [Intro]
  ... Rolls Royces, on my 4th Ferrari
  I got everything a dope boy ever wanted
  I got everything a dope boy ever wanted
  I got everything a dope boy ever wanted
  [Rick Ross]
  I got everything a dope boy ever wanted
  I smoke on that gas, I fly from California
  Bumpin' that new Stalley, Ty Dolla I'm On It
  Forbes, Cash King, real ****a persona, huh
  Smokin' with my ****as, my shawty a roller
  Biker gang tatted, really a Tommy Mottola
  ****as losin' touch but they tweetin' more
  I only feel a rush when we eatin' more, huh
  Hustle hard before my seeds deseed more
  Swear to the Lord the less, why did I had with three floors?
  Roll a blunt with the ladies, playmates of the month
  We out the country in Dallas
  It's sad son, I'm what they want
  We the Money Team, Mayweather and Ricky now
  No more trickin' it's time to put some real pimpin' down
  We the heaviest even if it was featherweight
  If it's on me, it's DeeJee K, or it's tailor made
  Cribs in Atlanta, out in Vegas too
  Out in Ohio it's Stalley, Manzelli kept it true
  Lebron know the play, get your checks ****a
  Busy gettin' mine, can't worry 'bout the next ****a
  October 27th, Ohio
  My ****a Stalley, it's a long way my ****a
  But it feels good to know, Dreams Come True
  [Stalley]
  I got everything a dope boy ever wanted
  '87 Monte, with the rallies on it
  Ridin', iPhone 6 fully charged
  Aux plug connected bumpin' Elvis Presley Blvd
  Couple hard ****as with me playing body guard
  So if you reach, get your body scarred
  12 gauge shotty squad
  95 percent of these ****as ain't really down to squab
  The other 5 percent, playing; "God, Oh Lord"
  The games comical, all I can do is laugh now
  And all that beefin' gon' turn me into a cash cow
  And for that money, broad daylight, I'll pull that mask down
  Rozay got me out that basement, for him I'll lay that ass down
  And I ain't hollerin', just smooth talk over Beat Billi
  It's Double M to the grave, free Meek Milly
  Dreams Worth More Than Money, The Album Bout Nothin'
  BCG this our year, tell em stop frontin'
  In the hood Billionaire got whatever on it
  This the crown in Ohio, I sit on that throne
  And welcome back Lebron, but Stalley been home
  [Stalley]
  Yeah, BCG, MMG
  Y'all ****as act like I don't be rappin'
  Like I ain't one of the nicest out here
  Like I ain't got Ohio and the Midwest on my back
  Y'all better pay attention
  October 27th. my debut album, Ohio
  Man, it's gonna be a problem
  And that's all I'ma say
  Rosay, what up?
  You unleashed a monster my ****a, hahaha

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  Oyster Perpetualshow lyrics

  Oyster Perpetual

  In this game it's all about timin'
  It's all about your movement
  Ours is oyster perpetual
  Swiss, so accurate
  Presidential
  The dirty niggas, right?
  [Verse]
  I'm smokin' to the face, I'm floatin' outer space
  Hermes house shoes, gettin' straight to the cake
  Hundred bottles, chicks stare, it's Aristotle
  As I money launder, laundromats on every corner
  Coin operated like them boys out in Vegas
  Beatin' Fed cases like reprimandin' these fifth graders
  Skip the Phys Ed, and yoga, bipolar
  Get the big bread, so focused I'm bifocal
  Two women, Twin Towers, I'm hittin' sour
  Second innin', grape Swishas, they're Drake's bitches
  But that's my nigga, share bitches, we big business
  Real niggas, gettin' money, we splittin' millions
  Condominiums, brick or ki, fickle V
  Get the thickest bitch out of King of Diamonds to tickle me
  I gotta lick her feet, 68, I'm diggin' deep
  Pull the yachts out, Bel Air, Virginia Key
  I'm on err' tackle, errwhere, Brian Urlacher
  Err dollar, underneath my girl urr mattress
  [Outro]
  I'm nice with it, nigga
  MasterMind, March 4th
  Streets are mine
  Black bottle boys
  Haha, Ciroq lifestyle
  Double M
  See you real soon, niggas
  Hahaha

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  Bound 2 Freestyle

  [Rick Ross]
  Check, I just wanna know your mindset
  Here starin' at your fine ex
  Damn, this where you put your time at
  Unappreciated like that Timex
  Let me rewind that, G-shit, let me rewind that
  Check, I just wanna know your mindset
  Here starin' at your fine ex
  Damn, this where you put your time at
  Unappreciated like that Timex
  She ready for this dope boy dialect
  In the kitchens with Getty whippin' that Pyrex
  The East Coast meets Kanye West
  Death Row reeks underneath my breath
  Storage wars, all the whores, I walk away
  Chad and Evelyn evidence, just a block away
  Do the bitches love you when you out the league?
  Will my car still crank when I hit the keys?
  When did dark skinned brothers learn to ski?
  Got a thing for Khloe, Lamar lost his feet
  Scott Dis'nick, Taylor check me in a week
  Black bottle boy, nigga blazin' peach
  Such an amazin' piece, such an amazin' speech
  This is easy to me
  Ruthless Records, next Eazy to be
  May we live long, rich forever
  She can hear it in my tone, rich forever
  Standin' on my own, Anderson Silva
  Break a bone, nigga gone 'til November
  Run in your home, put your infant in a blender
  Sippin' a smoothie or give it up smoothly
  Don't panic, only lyrics for my movie
  You couldn't handle my tender life, forreal
  Hood stripes worth more than my deal
  Motherfucker ain't as real
  10 mil' in a duffle, make a nigga shiver
  St. Bartholomews chillin' for the winter
  You makin' wack songs with the nice titles
  All chains, no rings, never see the finals
  [Charlie Wilson]
  I know you're tired of loving, of loving
  With nobody to love, nobody, nobody (Uh-huh, honey)
  [Kanye West]
  Close your eyes and let the word paint a thousand pictures
  One good girl is worth for thousand bitches
  [Kanye West]
  I wanna fuck you hard on the sink
  After that, give you something to drink
  Step back, can't get spunk on the mink
  I mean damn, what would Jeromey Romey Romey Rome think?
  Hey, you remember where we first met?
  Okay, I don't remember where we first met
  But hey, admitting is the first step
  And hey, you know ain't nobody perfect
  And I know, with the hoes I got the worst rep
  But hey, their backstroke I'm tryna perfect
  And hey, ayo, we made it: Thanksgiving
  So hey, maybe we can make it to Christmas
  She asked me what I wished for on my wishlist
  Have you ever asked your bitch for other bitches?
  Maybe we could still make it to the church steps
  But first, you gon' remember how to forget
  After all these long-ass verses
  I'm tired, you tired, Jesus wept
  [Charlie Wilson]
  I know you're tired of loving, of loving
  With nobody to love, nobody, nobody
  Just grab somebody, no leaving this party
  With nobody to love, nobody, nobody (Uh-huh, honey)
  [Kanye West]
  Jerome's in the house, watch your mouth
  Jerome's in the house, watch your mouth

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  Drug Dealer's Dream

  (Verse)
  Mighty Mohamed, son of Osama
  Son of a pervert
  One time for my mama
  Tats on my back, tats on my face
  I'm a don, can you relate?
  It's never too late
  Maybach whip you lay
  Never would say
  Bang bang with the saints
  Know I'm a sinner, now give me my sentence
  Labeled a hustla, look at my Benz
  One time for Black, one time for Nut
  One time for Gucci, one time for Kano
  One time for Dizzle
  This my realest
  One time for Trav and all the drug dealers
  (Hook)
  Murda, a muthafuckin murda
  No, you didn't see it but I know you fuckin heard it
  Blood on the counter, damn I miss my dawg
  I'm just thinkin bout his daughter, in another life he ballin
  (Verse)
  Is this a drug dealer's dream
  Cus all I ever see is dimes on disease
  Mansion on the water, home in the hills
  Let the fed tell it, it really isn't his
  Photograph our endeavors, plottin potential setups
  See the extra promotion
  Tax charges, etcetera
  Confiscated the whips, concentratin on flips
  Contemplatin a trip, congregatin for bricks
  Lord know I'm a sinner
  Be more than the winter
  Ignited the trash to make you a killer
  Lord forgive these bitches
  Getting they money strippin
  Chasin this fast money, next time we do it different
  Shout out to KOD, shout out to Onyx
  Shout out to MMG, know we the hottest
  Yea, yea
  Yea
  (Hook)
  Murda, a muthafuckin murda
  No, you didn't see it but I know you fuckin heard it
  Blood on the counter, damn I miss my dawg
  I'm just thinkin bout his daughter, in another life he ballin
  (Verse)
  Aggravated work, this distracted all of my foes
  Wannabe friends, we just takin control
  Get vision the clearest, I get shooters on clearance
  Better fit in a Lambo but did it for the appearance
  I see the rich go to jail
  He put Wi Fi in his cell
  Middle of the night, my niggas wanna Skype
  I just count money for him, next just get him high
  They say it's hard to smile with a double life
  In the middle of the night with a bloody knife
  Lord give em a chance, every man should be free
  He wanted him a degree but got him a key
  Open that door, just hopin for more
  They gave him a bar, I gave him a Porsche
  I gave him a name, I gave him a shot
  I gave him the game, I gave him a block
  Smoking on that gas, I be thinkin too fast
  Drug dealers' dream, now I just this cash
  Boy tatted on my neck
  A real nigga, boy I never write a check

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  Mastermindshow lyrics

  Mastermind

  [Intro: Rick Ross]
  Masterminds! We gon' get this forever
  You know whenever we link up, my nigga
  They think this shit comes from outer space or something
  Nigga, let's get this money nigga
  Masterminds: ROC, MMG! Jay, I got it, I got it
  [Verse 1: Rick Ross]
  Four stacks for the heels on my bitch feet
  Car seats still smelling like 10 ki's
  Tell a plug that I'm lookin' for increase
  Wingstop, fat boy need a 10 piece
  Say a nigga name and the car start
  Nigga switching lane to lane like WalMart
  Sippin Bordeaux out in Bordeaux
  Hazard lights flashing on the four-door
  Switch the Benzo for the Enzo
  Back to the Benzo when the ends low
  Switch my old bitch for my new bitch
  Cause my new bitch something like a nympho
  Fuck the game raw when I came in it
  Getting money ever since I came in it
  You couldn't stop me if you tried
  Motherfucker cause the devil is a lie
  [Hook: Rick Ross]
  Big guns and big whips
  Rich nigga talkin' big shit
  Double cup, gold wrist
  Double up on that blow, bitch
  Two mil on that I-95
  Bow your head cuz it's time to pay tithes
  Opposition want me dead or alive
  Motherfucker but the devil is a lie
  The devil is a lie, bitch I'm the truth
  The devil is a lie, bitch I'm the proof
  The devil is a lie, the devil is a lie
  Bitch I'm alive, the devil is a lie
  [Verse 2: Rick Ross]
  Two kings on the big screen
  Niggas seen a 36 at 16
  100k for the 16
  Nigga's stick dirty but his dick clean
  My money goin' on the deep end
  Talkin' half a milli for the weekend
  Contract like a nigga play defense
  Curtains in the Maybach bitch peek in
  Now the bitches wanna car hop
  6 cribs for the cars in the car lot
  Dope boys on the goal nigga
  Went gold 6 times for a goal nigga
  Black bottle and a bad bitch
  Club all money where the cash is
  Dubai I can do it like a sheikh
  Top floor nigga Burj Khalifa
  [Hook: Rick Ross & Jay Z]
  [Verse 3: Jay Z]
  Is it truth or it's fiction, is it truth or it's fiction
  Is Hova atheist? I never fuck with True Religion
  Am I down with the devil cuz my roof come up missin'
  Is that Lucifer juice in that two cup he sippin'
  That's D'usse baby welcome to the dark side
  Coulda got black list for the crack shit
  White jesus in my crock pot
  I mix the shit with some soda
  Now black jesus turn water to wine
  And all I had to do was turn the stove up
  East coast, winnin that life nigga cheat code
  The hatin' is flagrant, hit your free throws
  The devil try to hit me with the RICO, them black people
  Devil want these niggas hate they own kind
  Gotta be illuminati if a nigga shine
  Oh we can't be a nigga if a nigga rich?
  Oh we gotta be the devil that's some nigga shit
  You seen what I did to the stop and frisk
  Brooklyn on the Barney's like we own the bitch
  Give the money to the hood, now we all win
  Got that Barney's floor lookin like a VIM
  Black hoodie, black skully
  Bravado like Mavado, boy I'm that gully
  Gettin white money but I'm still black
  All these niggas claiming king but I'm still that
  King Hova, Mansa Musa
  Told my lot, the devil is a lie, I'm the truth ya
  [Hook: Rick Ross & Jay Z]

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  Cut Her Off (remix)show lyrics

  Cut Her Off (remix)

  (Intro)
  Them boys wearin' fake belts
  They drink fake lean
  Niggas smokin' sip daddy
  (Verse: Rick Ross)
  Bitches dropping like Swiss
  Vicky Pattino, 50 Racks on the corner, biggest Casino
  Hoes thinkin' I'm Boogie, when I'm smokin' them goochy
  All my shoes be Gucci, I got a mill full of boosie
  Double limb on the ries, ducktape on my pistol
  So you won't be surprised, it's time to make this yo issue
  Got a bitch on the east, got a bitch on the west
  When I'm eatin' the box, I let her sit on my chest
  You know I love her a lot, she let me fuck on my yacht
  Rollin' dice with my niggas, a half a ticket the pot
  I blew a brick out in Reno, uncle Balla Casino
  Nigga shot at the car, walk away like the Zeno
  Put the sef on myself, I feel 100 degrees
  Niggas gettin' that money, bust it down with ya teeth
  From the Chevy to Bentley, from the Bentley to Rolls
  It may seem like we do, we neva lovin' them hoes
  It kinda add up at night, we call it simple mathematics
  Transfers and wires that happen under the matrice
  Niggas shot for the stars, playn larger amounts
  Niggas thought I was slippin', I got a grip on the self
  (Hook: K camp)
  It ain't nothing to cut that bitch off
  It ain't nothing to cut that bitch off
  So what you saying ho?
  You Know I'm the man ho?
  Nothing but a bird I'mma leave you where you stand, ho
  Heard you got a man ho
  Hope he understand though
  You ain't nothing but a creeper, baby, I'm just saying, though
  Saying, though
  It ain't nothing to cut that bitch off
  It ain't nothing to cut that bitch off
  (Verse: K camp)
  Creeping on the low, hope your man don't see
  She will bust it down for some damn Lime-A-Ritas
  Chew me like some bubblegum, something like Rasheeda
  Gotta get my partner some, she on me like Adidas
  Baby, you can't hold back, better stop flexing like you not
  Your man tryna patrol that, I guess he is a cop
  But he really can't cuff if he busting at my spot
  But I done had enough cause you making my shit hot
  Blowing up a nigga phone, what I tell yo ass 'bout that?
  Tryna hold something, hold my nuts, can you do that?
  Can you play around with that mouth while he hit it from the back?
  You can't say nothing now
  Cause we all been through wid that, through wid that
  (Hook: K camp)
  It ain't nothing to cut that bitch off
  It ain't nothing to cut that bitch off
  So what you saying ho?
  You Know I'm the man ho?
  Nothing but a bird I'mma leave you where you stand, ho
  Heard you got a man ho
  Hope he understand though
  You ain't nothing but a creeper, baby, I'm just saying, though
  Saying, though
  It ain't nothing to cut that bitch off
  It ain't nothing to cut that bitch off
  (Verse)
  You know that ain't a real bad bitch: that's a knock off
  When I get the whoop I get the joog and like hassawn
  Outdoor, cool in front, hit it from the back, rearrange and lace front
  Stuntin', tattoos on my neck and on my kidneys
  If I don't like that he, I turn her ass into a frisbee
  If I don't like yo diss, I turn her ass into a frisbee
  I throw that, I don't own that, right by the windie
  Three cell phones an all f them jumpin'
  I can see yo hoes and all of the nothin'
  Yeah, I'mma don, don Cheeto, don Cornelius, watch me spill
  Pockets full like don Corlacino, nigga, done deal
  (Hook: K camp)
  It ain't nothing to cut that bitch off
  It ain't nothing to cut that bitch off
  So what you saying ho?
  You Know I'm the man ho?
  Nothing but a bird I'mma leave you where you stand, ho
  Heard you got a man ho
  Hope he understand though
  You ain't nothing but a creeper, baby, I'm just saying, though
  Saying, though
  It ain't nothing to cut that bitch off
  It ain't nothing to cut that bitch off

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  Walkin' On Air

  [Verse: Rick Ross]
  ...strapped in my armored truck
  Your man and house next, tell that bitch to duck
  Ain't no sympathyin' in the city streets
  That's all I ever heard from my older G's
  She say she love me but I know she play for keeps
  Slip a black snake in a nigga's sheets
  Bought a bitch a hundred acres, all red roses
  Half you niggas' Judas, I'm the son of Moses
  Illuminated, resurrected at [?]...

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  You The Bossshow lyrics

  You The Boss

  [Rick Ross - Intro]
  In a world of so many, baby girl, you are that one
  I deserve that, I deserve you
  [Nicki Minaj - Hook]
  I'll do anything that you say
  Anything cause you the boss
  You the boss, you you you the boss man
  You the boss, you you you the boss man
  You the boss, you you you the boss man
  You the boss, you you you the boss man
  You you you the boss, You you you the boss
  You the boss, you you you the boss man
  You the boss, you you you the boss man
  [Rick Ross - Verse 1]
  Rozay a born stunna, I could blow money
  50 when I'm shopping, that ain't no money
  I got my jeans saggin', money stuffed in 'em
  I got 40 whips, way too much in 'em
  I need me a queen, I need me a dime
  Living this fast life: just show me a sign
  I'm a G, Im-Im-Im-I'm a G, took her from the lame
  Put her on that condo on that beach
  All she needs, a-a-a-a-all she needs
  Is a boss on my level who provides her every need
  All I fiend is a queen in my presence
  I can hold until I die a couple G's in my bezel
  I'm a boss
  [Nicki Minaj - Hook]
  [Rick Ross - Verse 2]
  Still running the streets cause every day I'm hustling
  Double MG went in and the streets is loving it
  All this paper coming and my baby touching it
  I pin her to the wall, you know this boy be bussin' it
  Fur coats in the winter, look like a polar bear
  Stunting in the snow, these haters they can go somewhere
  Indoor pool, outdoor pool, indoor court, tuggin' Ray Jay moves
  Seven Rolls Royces, pink slips like a boss
  Champagne on her body, time to lick it off
  Me and baby girl a winning combination
  Ownership is my conversation
  I'm a boss
  [Nicki Minaj - Hook]
  [Bridge]
  (Talk to me)
  Oh I'll watch, you play
  (What you saying baby?)
  And I'll do whatever you say
  (Boss)
  I'll watch you play
  And I'll do whatever you say
  [Nicki Minaj - Hook]
  [Nicki Minaj - Outro]
  You could take it any way you want to
  Daddy I promise that I'll never disappoint you
  Just watch how I make it my motherf-ckin point to

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  Intro Mastermind

  Push it to the limit
  Everyday I'm hustlin
  Ten years later time for me to cash out
  Now here are some interesting facts about the mastermind which give you an idea of how important it is and how necessary that you embrace this principal and make use of it in attaining success in your chosen occupation
  First of all, it is the principal through which you may borrow and use the education, the experience, the influence and perhaps the capital of other people in carrying out your own plans in life. It is the principle through which you can accomplish in one year more than you could accomplish without it in the lifetime if you depend entirely upon your own efforts for success
  There is no such thing as something for nothing. Everything, including your personal success, has a price that must be paid
  I just upped my stock, fuck them cops
  If you love hip-hop bust them shots

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  Valley Of Death

  The meek shall inherit the earth
  That's what the bible says
  Walk like a giant, talk like a tyrant
  Faith of a mustard seed, destined for a triumph
  David and Goliath, hate me or admire
  Kush burns slow as I chase my desires
  Embrace my empire, batta boy eat fire
  Guns like choirs when they sing, keep quite
  Will I get to Heaven? Turn to Psalm 27
  Lord knows when I see this monkey
  I'm gon' be the devil
  Be him 'cause I'm clever, beat him at whatever
  You never was a G, nigga, Unit ain't together
  New York's unified down south, love dat
  When we get to shine, muthafuckas where the love at?
  Real niggas gettin' money, betta log on
  Think da games dead now? Imagine when ya dog's gone
  Imagine when this song gone
  When ya phone off, there's only one to call on
  I mean if I die today
  I could honestly say, thank you, Lord
  Thank you, Lord, thank you, Lord
  I'm bigger than a title, bigger than a name
  You could label me the biggest title in the game
  Put food on the table, fed the whole city
  Tell me who be the fool if the Feds come get me
  Better years are better when you call it trendsetter
  The world so cold hope you got a lil' sweater
  Caught a lil case but he had a lil' cheddar
  Planned out the 15, poured his life in a letter
  Very first line he called, trick daddy stupid
  Say he got aids, tellin' people that it's lupus
  Not the one just to jump to conclusions
  I'm gettin' money, small talk can be a nuisance
  Broke chains, reminiscent to them nooses
  Sittin' on deuces, new land cruisers
  Who the fuck you callin' losers, you niggas losin'
  Look like you could use us
  When I bought my first Run DMC vinyl
  And my first 2 Live Crew cassette
  I woulda cried if I knew I would be where I'm at today
  Took me 40 minutes to walk there to buy it
  Call ya boy, A C.O. but if I really was
  When all these niggas undercover, fuckin' niggas up
  Keep it trilla, nigga never had a gun and badge
  Kept a nice, watch smokin' on a hundred sack
  Back in the day, I sold crack for some nice kicks
  Skippin' school, I saw my friend stabbed with a ice pick
  Young nigga 15 with 3 C's
  From that very day I carried on the 3 C's
  Can't criticize niggas tryna get jobs
  Better get smart, young brotha live yours
  Only live once and I got 2 kids
  And for me to feed them I get 2 gigs
  I shuffle shit, I ceo so we can bow our head
  And pray over the meatloaf
  I'm lookin' at the big picture
  Keep a bitch with cha, tryna get a bit richer
  I remember prayin' for, for me to just get the
  The opportunity to just get a record deal
  And now I sign artists

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  Rich Off Cocaine

  This is mafia music...
  And a maybach that is
  Had to take it Deeper Than Rap baby...
  Bossssss!
  (Avery Storm)
  The last bird flew the coop
  I lose the roof
  ain't nothin but the wind in my hair
  I'm not bullet proof, i'm fully proof
  That you can make it here
  All that livin' fast
  It ain't got to last
  Now i can't slow it down
  because i'm sittin' on top of the world and i'm not comin' down
  (Rick Ross)
  Burnin but I got it smellin like it's butterscotch
  Every bird boss take it to another notch
  Bitch i'm busy baby go and suck anotha cock
  Fuck a hater make me throw away another glock
  Money in the mansion, yayo in another spot
  Guns in the attic, mama help me put 'em up
  She'll put'em down, tell you quick to hit'em up
  Load a hundred round, bring it back, she'll fill it up
  Like the time when the niggas pay this counterfit
  He count chips but that trick mayor got'em flip
  We ain't playin man slang for them dollar bills
  Quarter million for the chain help the collar chill
  (Avery Storm)
  Miami nights,
  I'm livin the life
  Cause I'm rich off cocaine
  Cause I'm rich off cocaine
  The last bird flew the coop
  I lose the roof
  ain't nothin but the wind in my hair
  I'm not bullet proof, i'm fully proof
  That you can make it here
  All that livin' fast
  It ain't got to last
  Now i can't slow it down
  because i'm sittin' on top of the world and i'm not comin' down
  (Rick Ross)
  How you seen a kilo started at an eight ball
  First 48 to homicide ain't soft
  Comin from your hoes, fucking for your paint job
  Catch you casin daddy let you know you king kong
  cop a 20 keys gotta be finna keep
  I got a tenesse to send 'em up to Tenesee
  Black Infinity the kind to ride on Venice Beach
  I watch you slow Apollo while i'm chillin sippin tea
  lemons and honey, millions of money
  Gucci, Louis Vitton, specifically homey
  My woman imported, i'm neva extorted
  I'm very important, 20 grand for the morgage
  (Avery Storm)
  Miami nights,
  I'm livin the life
  Cause I'm rich off cocaine
  Cause I'm rich off cocaine
  The last bird flew the coop
  I lose the roof
  ain't nothin but the wind in my hair
  I'm not bullet proof, i'm fully proof
  That you can make it here
  All that livin' fast
  It ain't got to last
  Now i can't slow it down
  because i'm sittin' on top of the world and i'm not comin' down
  (Rick Ross)
  Baby mamas i hate 'em
  They Just want you to pay them
  I'm in love wit my babies
  maybe makin em famous
  Don't be raisin your voice
  That's another retainer
  Know you missing a nigga
  Know you missin that anal
  Know you missin that Prada
  How we did in regada
  She was callin me daddy
  Daddy drippin in dollars
  Daddy did it in Vegas
  Yeah i gotta connect
  I get em ten a piece as soon as I keep it correct
  Vacation to Haiti
  It nearly broke my heart
  Seein kids starve
  I thought about my autumn bach
  Sellin dope ain't right
  I put it in my life
  Chickens put me in position to donate the rice
  (Avery Storm)
  Miami nights,
  I'm livin the life
  Cause I'm rich off cocaine
  Cause I'm rich off cocaine
  The last bird flew the coop
  I lose the roof
  ain't nothin but the wind in my hair
  I'm not bullet proof, i'm fully proof
  That you can make it here
  All that livin' fast
  It ain't got to last
  Now i can't slow it down

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  Usual Suspects

  Maybach Music, it's deeper than the verse baby
  It's deeper than the rap
  Doin' a 150 miles and runnin'
  Get up in the way then you know that I'm gunnin'
  Laugh about the doe but really ain't nutin' funny
  Gettin' rich in a rush
  You know us we the usual suspects
  The real definition of success
  Throwin' money 'cause I can and I love it
  From nothin' to somethin'
  You know us we the usual suspects
  You know the boys on the block wanna take us
  'Cause we bringin' all of the paper and
  From nothin' to somethin'
  You know us we the usual suspects
  Seventeen, tryna man up
  Feed the fam boy, I put that on these damn goods
  All I got was diabetes and a damn ugg
  People talkin' down, callin' me a damn sprug
  Young niggas, all you wanna do is roam free
  On your own feet, gotta cook your own beef
  I'm too cool for lame dudes that ridicule
  I laugh while I'm doin' laps in the swimmin' pool
  I don't owe you niggas nothin'
  Call me two fingers when you see a nigga stuntin'
  Black Philip drummin', limousines of the Hummer
  Penthouse sweet, pretty beach I call the summer
  Lotta homies pass, see 'em in the future
  Moneys so fast, on the gas, never neutral
  Gotta keep a shooter while I'm ridin' in the seven
  Higher than a kite by the time I get to heaven
  Doin' a 150 miles and runnin'
  Get up in the way then you know that I'm gunnin'
  Laugh about the doe but really ain't nutin' funny
  Gettin' rich in a rush
  You know us we the usual suspects
  The real definition of success
  Throwin' money 'cause I can and I love it
  From nothin' to somethin'
  You know us we the usual suspects
  You know the boys on the block wanna take us
  'Cause we bringin' all of the paper and
  From nothin' to somethin'
  You know us we the usual suspects
  And still my talent is yet to be challenged
  Had new jet with my own pilot
  No blastin' off, but flexin' DJ Khaled
  My mom stressin' college but my crude sense of logic
  Did a lude to my empty wallet
  Try spittin' on a green tinted Accord
  Which could mean a sentence up north
  Where the homie was but back then
  Doe was like a hoard it goldie love, it didn't exist
  And office foley cuffs was after my wrists
  Was not Beverly hills where we chilled
  Imagine this, the nas 'n' rith had to get from rags to rich
  I used to stand on rooftops, with two glocks
  Figurin' how do I turn my timbalands to clocks
  Now reptiles was left out about a watch
  What is you thinkin'? Murk you
  Plus the muscle that you bringin' is nothin' to me
  If you thuggin, a fake and shaked on Cuban, shout out my Ricans
  Down with all of you gangstas to the roughest Jamiacans
  Doin' a 150 miles and runnin'
  Get up in the way then you know that I'm gunnin'
  Laugh about the doe but really ain't nutin' funny
  Gettin' rich in a rush
  You know us we the usual suspects
  The real definition of success
  Throwin' money 'cause I can and I love it
  From nothin' to somethin'
  You know us we the usual suspects
  You know the boys on the block wanna take us
  'Cause we bringin' all of the paper and
  From nothin' to somethin'
  You know us we the usual suspects
  If you ballin' physics, nigga money never flow
  Meanin' every day I'm livin', tryna stay on flow
  Coming from a boss, I can predict a double cross
  Handlers managin' money, they never come across
  I spend in Africa, Magnamers, numbers involved
  AK47s singin' win or by sum or you fall?
  I dealt with brawls and those willin' to sell their soul
  Over cars and clothes, man I'm talkin' petty hoes
  Ask ma feddi grow, fuck a feet of spaghettio's
  I'm club poppin' in Cali shout out to Ariel
  Somebody dim the lights, triple black tuts
  'Cause associated and the flesh is tryna catch up
  I roam with niggas who destined to get a life sentence
  Get their baby mama a Lexus for them nice visits
  Ma nigga got a dub an' love to do the push ups
  I got a million cash tryna get the kush up
  Doin' a 150 miles and runnin'
  Get up in the way then you know that I'm gunnin'
  Laugh about the doe but really ain't nutin' funny
  Gettin' rich in a rush
  You know us we the usual suspects
  The real definition of success
  Throwin' money 'cause I can and I love it
  From nothin' to somethin'
  You know us we the usual suspects
  You know the boys on the block wanna take us
  'Cause we bringin' all of the paper and
  From nothin' to somethin'
  You know us we the usual suspects
  Doin' a 150 miles and runnin'
  Get up in the way then you know that I'm gunnin'
  Laugh about the doe but really ain't nutin' funny
  Gettin' rich in a rush
  You know us we the usual suspects
  The real definition of success
  Throwin' money 'cause I can and I love it
  From nothin' to somethin'
  You know us we the usual suspects
  You know the boys on the block wanna take us
  'Cause we bringin' all of the paper and
  From nothin' to somethin'
  You know us we the usual suspects
  Maybach Music, it's deeper than the verse baby

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  Magnificent

  J U S T I C E League
  It's Da Boss, it gets no better than this
  Maybach music
  Swimmin' in women, champagne sippin'
  Gold Emblem with two M's in it
  This living' is so magnificent, stop dreaming' it, I'm living' it
  (Oh, I)
  I can show you, show you better that I can tell you
  I I can show you, oh, I
  I'm tha magnificent with tha sensational style
  Far from bein' shallow 'cause she caught me wit a smile
  Try to figure out my style, baby, that will take a minute
  But if all we got is time, you can't be actin' timid
  So we back to playin' tennis
  We been goin' back and forth
  She the one that I adore
  So I tried it in aurar
  Conscience intervened concentrating on my cream
  I'm tha king, make a move, pawns all tha way to queens
  I'm a don, I'm a boss, I'm a profit, I'm A G
  I'm a CEO which means that I profit off of me
  (Yeah)
  All white T's still rockin' my Nike Airs
  Fresh outta flight school 'cause I'm fly right?
  (Yeah)
  Ain't nothin free, I'm chargin' to breathe air
  If it's not a Maybach really who da hell cares?
  My money long, my nigga, my money strong
  If you ain't gettin' money
  Dat mean you done somethin' wrong
  (Boss)
  Swimmin' in women, champagne sippin'
  Gold emblem with two M's in it in
  This living' is so magnificent, stop dreaming' it, i'm living' life
  (Oh, I)
  I can show you, show you, baby
  That I can tell you, I I can show you, oh, I
  I'm tha magnificent with tha sensational style
  Down to all of my automobiles wit no miles
  Yellow corvettes, black rally stripes
  And I never phone ahead
  All she do is hear the pipes, project bitches, upscale kittens
  Fuck her for a minute then now we countin' digits
  Maybach money, so I always had a vision
  I would always tell ma niggas but ain't nobody listened
  Words work magic, haters wreak havoc
  There ain't nothin' on my back but the delicates of fabrics
  I made a transition from the thieves
  To the biggest executive Def Jam's ever seen
  Only yours dream, Sean John suit and a S Dot ring
  Sean Don for my crew, bad hoes in pursuit
  Masspike on a two
  Gunplay, he a glue goon wit a attitude
  (Holla)
  Swimmin' in women, champagne sippin'
  Go in tha way, two ends away
  This livin' is so magnificent, stop dreaming' it, I'm living' life
  (Oh, I)
  I can show you, show you, baby
  That I can tell you, I-I can show you, oh, I
  I'm tha magnificent with tha sensational style
  When I decorate a home, marble flooring like Da Nile
  Nigga you a clown, here's the number you should dial
  Ye start wit 305 but we end at four pounds
  Stop at [unverified]
  Old pound for life is a [unverified]
  All them Carol City killers, feel liking you broke down
  Money is a must tommy guns on a bus
  Allan Zamren on the case, so you know what you can suck
  Wear red all the time but really I'm color blind
  Wanna catch my attention, nigga
  Throw up a dollar sign
  One time for tha Crips, young G's buyin' cribs
  And I smoke wit Vice Lords when I visit Mississip
  The game never change, money still a focal
  But it's time to rape tha game like Puffy did Total
  Like Rev Run in the tub still smokin'
  In memory of Shakir, Boss gotta shout Oakland
  Swimmin' in women, champagne sippin'
  Gold emblem with two M's in it
  This living' is so magnificent, stop dreaming' it, I'm living' life
  (Oh, I)
  I can show you, show you, baby

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  Maybach Music 2

  [Chorus]
  Realest shit I ever rode, chillin' in my Maybach
  Whatever I sing now homie I'm a Maybach
  Can you believe that? Whooo
  You gotta see it
  'Cause I don't plan on going broke, put that on my Maybach
  'Cause I'm in it to win, ya'll niggers can't take that
  Listen to my Maybach Music, to my Maybach Music
  [Kanye West]
  Martin, Louiee the King Junior
  Startin' all that stunti' is gonna ruin ya
  B I was a lie, he probably had a two-tone
  With the great poop on, anything that Ye poop on
  Will explode, 'cause I am the shit and this is my kamol
  Oh oh that it go
  Talkin' 'bout how your boys clothes extra tight
  I just remembered that my lime light extra bright
  I hit the Strip Club as girls get extra hype
  You hit the strip club and girls turn extra dyke
  We know who not gettin' no sex tonight
  And a lap dance will probably be a blessin' right
  So all this shit you talkin' dead, Coffin
  Like the weed coffin
  New Crib: Lofton
  Where is that? Austin
  Where is that? Texas
  What's in front: Benzes
  What else? Lexus
  Well whose Maybach is this? Mr. West's
  [Chorus]
  [Rick Ross]
  Boss
  Cush my life controlium
  Crib need custodians
  Shades in all shades
  B's made of rodium
  Used to be the - Smoke
  Hoe's call it - Low
  Now I got so many horses bitches call me polo
  57, 62
  Tell me how you wanna move
  Yeah you know I got them both
  Beat your ass black and blue
  I was barely gettin' pretty women
  Now I scoop any winners like Kitty Litter
  Any winner fended denim like a slender nigger
  Lookin' in the mirror I can see the real contender
  Sellin' reeffer even Gregory I'm on my dinner
  So what the fuck are you tellin' me other than your gender?
  I'm a boss and I ride them like a small Vogue
  Niggers make you wheels and ride them until they fall off
  Yeah, Ross
  [Chorus]
  [Lil' Wayne]
  All black Maybach, I'm sittin' in the asshole
  Classy as a mother still gutter as a bad ball
  Benjamin Franklin on ex how that cash roll
  That's right, them mills do like damp clothes
  I eat your meal too, we don't feel you
  And we be strappin' up like the Navy Seal do
  Sweet as banana split everytime I peel through
  Fresher than Will Smith and Uncle Phil too
  Watchin' TV in the Maybach in traffic
  I'm on my feet like tough actin' ten actin'
  I'm runnin' this shit, you should try tacklin'
  Lil' Wayne in one word: Immaculate
  You see the Big, you see the Jay, the 2Pac in him
  The Kurt Cobain and Andre Three Stacks then I'm back to doing shit like I do
  Sing Maybach Music
  [Chorus]

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  Lay Back

  [Rick Ross]
  Time is money (mula) Mind is funny (yes)
  Trust me she lying if she denying she love me
  Make up ya mind you been on and off (Ross)
  Platinum petron come take shots with a boss
  [Chorus: Robin Thicke]
  If you came to get the party started girl just say lalalalalaaa
  I want to put my hands all over your body girl come this way Nananananaaa
  What you gon' do oo-oo, if I touch you if I put my lips on you oo-oo
  If we took you back to the crib just me and you oo-oo
  All night I want to play just say lalalalalaaa
  Just take off your clothes and just lay back
  All you gotta do is just lay back
  Would you do this for me baby Just lay back, lay back (Boss) lalalalalaaa
  [Rick Ross]
  Girl I'm bright as a bezel, and you sexy as ever
  Shorty what's on your brain, cause whatever is clever
  Number one at whatever, I get bundles of cheddar
  This that black cloud you deserve wonderful weather
  run a few errands (Ross), summers in Paris
  never shopping in clearance, don't make me embarrased
  She never a bird, but baby my parrot
  Her flavor superb, I pay her with carrots
  My house is her home, I made her a palette
  Maybe being too modest, my shit more like a palace
  Follow the waterfalls, as it makes you wetter
  Shawty brace yourself, it's only getting better
  [Chorus: Robin Thicke]
  [Rick Ross]
  See shawty laid back, so we laid up
  When I fade to black, we always made up
  This shit ain't made up, look what I'm made of
  Look what I made brah, don't owe no favors
  Have 700s, first one to get it
  My car's a virgin, first one to hit it
  Hit the rim shop, get 'em to the hood
  Stop by her momma house, that's if I'm feeling good
  Now I need a fifth, time to hit the strip
  I'ma hit the club, I'ma buy the VIP
  We spending money, I'm talking slick
  I hope she ride me, I'm talking stick
  [Chorus: Robin Thicke]
  [Rick Ross]
  I'm too tipsy to drive, she so sexy tonight
  Man ain't treating you right his bank account can't be in sight
  Shawty you need a plus, you need a rush
  No need to lie, baby you need to fuck
  [Robin Thicke]
  Came to get it started girl
  Put my hands all over you girl
  I touch you put my lips on you girl
  Na na na na naaa

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  Mafia Music

  I got a feelin' nigga rillin' and my money be the root
  Look up at da stars she like, honey where the roof?
  Pull up, hear the dogs, canaries dey go on roof
  Even once had a job pourin' tar up on the roof
  Dat boy had it hard no facade, it's da truth
  So now when I menage and get massaged just to proof
  Proofs in dat pudding & dat bakin' sodas takin'
  Paper dat would make take dem photos naked
  Listenin' to niggas like whistlin' at Wiggie Williams
  I flip my middle finga I'm chillin' on 20 million
  Da room has turned me on I'm masterbatin' at da top
  These hoes so excited so dey catchin' every drop
  I'm dodgin' the barcols like pot holes in Jamaica
  We cut down the weed, bury the paper on the makers
  Martin had a dream, Bob got high
  I still do both but somehow I got by
  Treflo prayed, Mike Vick payed
  Bobby Brown stray, Whitney lost weight
  Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write
  Dat may why they money lookin' funny in the light
  But who really cares if you just throw it in the air
  Celebratin' wealth pourin' Moet in her hair
  Excuse me her weave the blue is her weed
  Trunk full of white, car smell like blue cheese
  Dat boy get salad beef bow movement
  BM dubs on dem big thangs lookin' foolish
  Shawty sittin' low big thangs poppin'
  Tip on da glock from a crip up in Compton
  Shootin' at da cops, fuck 1 time
  I gave her to da block, I fucked 1 time
  We boys in da hood and nigga you lil trey
  So press ya appetite we takin' ya lil tray
  Love my handgun but my choppa still da shit
  Banned in 1994 but I'm 2 legit 2 quit
  99 to 6 kilos was the shit
  But dat were batter den roofin' dat shit be bad for ya skin
  Niggas was ruthless and Lord knows dat I've sinned
  But I thought about my future in the loops like a pin
  Walked out on da gig and I turned to da streets
  Kept my name low key I ain't heard from in weeks
  I came up wit a strategy to come up mathematically
  I did it for da city but now everybody mad at me
  Mothafuck 'em all and sweat from my balls
  If I drop anotha album I did dat for my dogs
  10 Maybachs everybody ridin' big
  I just sit back like, look what I did
  Den I bow my head and beg for forgiveness
  Once I said my prayer everybody back to business
  Smokin' on a blunt in my own restaurant
  People lookin' from a distance think I'm big daddy cunk
  Reincarnated spirit of a G
  Beef'll make you dinner take a seat so we could eat
  A Farrakhan aura, paws on the port
  You eat from da bowl while ya dog need a fork
  Niggas ain't loyal, snakes slithered and dey coil
  I'm laughin' at u cuz, I kill u niggas when I'm bored
  We steppin' on ya crew until you mothafukkas crush
  And make da sweet love to every women dat you lust
  I love to pay her bills can't wait to pay her rent
  Curtis Jackson baby mama I ain't askin' for a cent
  Burn the house down, gotta buy another
  Don't forget the gas can, jealous stupid muthafuka
  To another chapter, paper dat I captured
  Caught up in da rapture off of gunshots and laughter
  Homicide is zooming and nigga u lookin' funny
  Women love to stare cuz dey know dey see da money
  I open up my mind about openin' bank accounts
  Deposit a 100 stacks break up now take it out
  Baby dats a gift, maybe u could live
  I knew it wouldn't work but I just like to give
  Used to run da street, young nigga bare feet
  Now I'm in da suites and I'm eatin' crab meats
  Ice so right other rappers envy
  Dey callin' all my jewelers up askin' wat he spendin'
  Thinkin' 'bout boss, not thinkin' bout dem

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  Beam Me Up

  Yeah, yeah
  Yeah, yeah
  Yeah, yeah
  Tay dizm, t-pain, rickie-ross
  Yeah, yeah (nappy boy)
  b.i. zoom
  Chorus (T-Pain):
  I said my chevy sit so high up
  From tha floor
  I feel like im an alien
  In a ufo I goo eeaauu
  Beam me up
  I goo eeaau
  Beam me up
  Because my chevy sit so high
  From tha floor
  I feel like im an alien
  In a ufo I goo eeaauu
  Beam me up
  I goo eeaau
  Beam me up
  (tay dizm)
  Verse 1 (Tay Dizm):
  Quick through the hood
  Dark tenin on tha box
  Commin face stoo
  Cuz my feet soo hott
  Cuz balll you aint messin' wit my chevy (chevy)
  Im tay so n***a come cash meh
  Inches black on black
  Open real hard yeaah off in tha back
  And they say oohwee when I come round
  Yes I put it down when im in town
  I said my chevy sit so high up
  From thaa flooor
  My rims is taller than your nieces and my chevy daa boss
  And I got dem doo that pop up like a ufo
  Okay, dizm is tha man and ya'll already know (letss goo)
  Chorus (T-Pain):
  I said my chevy sit so high up
  From tha floor
  I feel like im an alien
  In a ufo I goo eeaauu
  Beam me up
  I goo eeaau
  Beam me up
  Because my chevy sit so high
  From tha floor
  I feel like im an alien
  In a ufo I goo eeaauu
  Beam me up
  I goo eeaau
  Beam me up
  (triple c's baby day dizm)
  Verse 2 (Rick Ross):
  Big boss (big boss)
  Big blob (big blog)
  Red paint, flip flop
  More girls (more girls)
  More top (more top)
  More girl (more blocks)
  We grind, I shine
  See dat? That's mine, (that's me)
  Old school cause we already in new school
  But my money weigh more than it used to
  She wit me, can't you tell
  Gucci bag, name Chanel
  Louis this, fendi that
  In my jeans, 20 stacks
  24's all I knows
  Center globe, selling dough
  Livin' life, get it right
  She love my car
  She rode me twice
  Chorus (T-Pain):
  I said my chevy sit so high up
  From tha floor
  I feel like im an alien
  In a ufo I goo eeaauu
  Beam me up
  I goo eeaau
  Beam me up
  Because my chevy sit so high
  From tha floor
  I feel like im an alien
  In a ufo I goo eeaauu
  Beam me up
  I goo eeaau
  Beam me up
  I gooo
  Yeah, yeah
  Yeah, yeah
  Yeah, yeah

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  Bag Of Money (ft. Wale & Meek Mill)show lyrics

  Bag Of Money (ft. Wale & Meek Mill)

  [rick ross]
  my bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
  that bitch bad looking like a bag of money
  i go and get it and i let her count it for me
  i fuck her good and she always ride it for me
  my bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
  that bitch bad looking like a bag of money
  i go and get it and i let her count it for me
  i fuck her good and she always ride it for me
  she got me caught up in the moment
  she got me caught up in the moment
  i only kiss her when she on it
  fuck her good, make her call me in the morning
  my bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
  that bitch bad looking like a bag of money
  i go and get it and i let her count it for me
  i fuck her good and she always ride it for me
  my bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
  that bitch bad looking like a bag of money
  i go and get it and i let her count it for me
  i fuck her good and she always ride it for me
  [wale]
  temporary forever, levitate with a nigga
  i can teach you, till you hate me but you hate them naval kisses
  we can do like 8 positions
  hit it til your make up missing
  baby girl my stroke official
  and you know i paint that picture
  hoes on my line, most of 'em 9′s
  couple of 'em dimes but all my hoes is hard to find
  and i aint always on the prowl its just my soda mixed with brown
  got me quite open for a while
  so let me in or let me out
  and i like my marijuana bright
  and i like my window tinted out
  shout out them strippers who hustle
  yeah george you know what this about
  i just might throw a big amount
  don't know if i'm 'posed to take you out
  i just know i'm 'posed to praise you up
  don't mean i aint 'posed to take you down
  word up
  [rick ross - chorus]
  [meek mill]
  my bitch bad looking like a bag of money

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  Bricksshow lyrics

  Bricks

  My attitude is fucking, house biggest publics,
  Shopping is a pleasure, pinky ring a nugget!
  Niggers like the... lean at the bucket,
  I'll lean to the south, white whip michael douglas!
  Hard times call for drastic measures,
  I called my dog, he bought a...
  Forty rounds...
  Niggers...
  Microphone, michael corleone, I know I'm wrong!
  The man up above love for me to sing in palms,
  So sing along, you know the song I sing,
  Bring them things along!
  I gotta feed the team,
  Is ross!
  I need a hannibalus,... bitches all I'm swallow,
  ... nigger thrill...

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  Black Man's Dreamshow lyrics

  Black Man's Dream

  See I’m black man chillin with my black man stride
  See batman, cruisin’ in my black man ride
  Making white man money
  Supplying all the fiends yeah
  I guess you say I’m living out the black mans dream
  (repeated)
  [Rick Ross]
  Punish all these n-ggas
  F-cking all these bitches
  Buying every diamonds, every weapon in existance
  Terminator x, I’m a public enemy
  Born in the ghetto, Ferrari born in Italy
  Head of a family, like a Don, Sicily
  Sex, money, murder, I’m investing all my energy
  Billionnaire eventually, hustler of the century
  Source Cover, man of the year, envy me
  One for the money, two for the hoes
  Got 3 bricks headed straight for your nose
  Smile for your camera while your whole face froze
  Stack up all them bodies I’mma whole case load
  Middle of December I will melt your f-cking snow
  While my price is high, I will get you dealt with for the low
  Black man’s World, white man drugs
  No discrimination for my Mexican bloods
  [Chorus]
  See I’m black man chillin with my black man stride
  See batman, cruisin’ in my black man ride
  Making white man money
  Supplying all the fiends yeah
  I guess you say I’m living out the black mans dream
  (repeated)
  [Ludacris - Verse 2]
  Check me out, it go one for the money
  Two for the hoes
  Three to put that sticky green scent up to my nose
  N-gga roll it with precision
  And f-ck an intervention
  I’m the boss muthaf-cker don’t need nobody permission
  You can catch me all up in new additions like Michael Pippens
  Girl, face upon my lap, thats a head on collision
  We find out who been snitching these n-ggas come up missing
  Yeah the chopper see right through it got x-ray vision
  Now my culinary arts, hustlers cooking in the kitchen
  Get your money than get out, you better make the right decision
  Or you might be clanking metal maybe swimming with the fishes
  But I guess it’s do or die for these black man riches
  So I bought myself a Rover and a Bemmer for the mrs
  Chrome lips all on the whip and yeah thta bitch be blowing kisses
  Now some n-ggas may not like me cause I never flip the bird
  But these n-ggas gon respect me mark my muthaf-cking words
  [Chorus]
  See I’m black man chillin with my black man stride
  See batman, cruisin’ in my black man ride
  Making white man money
  Supplying all the fiends yeah
  I guess you say I’m living out the black mans dream

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  Aston Martin Musicshow lyrics

  Aston Martin Music

  Featuring: Drake, Chrisette Michele
  Vibin' to the music, this is how we do it all night
  Breezin' down the freeway just me and my baby in our ride
  Just me and my boss, no worries at all
  Listening to the Aston Martin music, music
  Would have came back for you, I just needed time
  To what I had to do, caught in the life
  I can't let it go, whether that's right I will never know
  But here goes nothing
  When I'm alone in my room sometimes I stare at the walls
  Automatic weapons on the floor, but who can you call?
  My down bitch, one who live by the code
  Put this music shit aside, get it in on the road
  A lot of quiet time, pink bottles of Rose
  Exotic red bottoms, whole body glittered in gold
  Following fundamentals and following in a rental
  I love a nasty girl who swallows what's on the menu
  Now money triple up when you get it out of state
  Need a new safe 'cause I'm running out of space
  Elory Jetson I'm somewhere out of space
  In my two-seater she's the one that I would take, we
  Vibin' to the music, this is how we do it all night
  Breezin' down the freeway just me and my baby in our ride
  Just me and my boss, no worries at all
  Listening to the Aston Martin music, music
  Would have came back for you, I just needed time
  To what I had to do, caught in the life
  I can't let it go, whether that's right I will never know
  But here goes nothing
  Pull up on the block in the drop top chicken box
  Mr. KFC, VVS is in the watch
  Living fast where it's all about that money bag
  Never front, you take there it ain't no comin' back
  Top down, right here is where she wanna be
  As my goals unfold right in front of me
  Every time we fuck, her soul take a hold of me
  I digged it like Pookey the pussy be controlling me
  That thang keep calling
  Fuck maintain, boy, I gotta keep ballin'
  Pink bottles keep coming
  James Bond coupe, pop clutch one-hundred
  Vibin' to the music this is how we do it all night
  Breezin' down the freeway just me and my baby in our ride
  Just me and my boss, no worries at all
  Listening to the Aston Martin Music, music
  Would have came back for you, I just needed time
  To what I had to do, caught in the life
  I can't let it go, whether that's right I will never know
  But here goes nothing
  Aston Martin music, music
  Aston Martin music, music
  Aston Martin music, music
  Aston Martin music, music
  Aston Martin music, music
  All night
  Aston Martin music, music

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  Ashamedshow lyrics

  Ashamed

  [Verse 1]
  Put on my darkest shades
  This man is made
  Inherit no riches
  Jehovah's my witness
  Invisible fitness, home economics
  In the kitchen digital scales producing the product
  Cut the noose off my neck, black runaway slave
  In the coup with the tec, it's the home of the brave
  They wanna know names, they toting on thangs
  Never wanted the fame, just wanted the range
  I needed some change, mama needed a raise
  She stayed in a rage, hated minimum wage
  I'm feeling the same, all these criminals...
  Wearing bellies and gold, I'm selling dope shameless to
  And maybe one day I could put this pain away
  Until it I'mma be a d-boy, I'm ashamed to say
  I'm ashamed to say
  Until it I'mma be a d-boy, I'm ashamed to say
  [Hook]
  Honey, it's shameless
  Shameless, what you've done
  Until then I'mma be a d-boy, I'm ashamed to say
  Until then I'mma be a d-boy, I'm ashamed to say
  Honey, it's shameless
  Shameless, what you've done
  Until then I'mma be a d-boy, I'm ashamed to say
  Until then I'mma be a d-boy, I'm ashamed to say
  [Verse 2]
  Before I was a fetus, having Jesus beneath me
  I mean look at my features, they dedicated teachers
  I was calling them plays, you were still in the
  bleaches
  Booby gave me the game, the... changed the gimmick of
  speakers
  Now I'm roaming the block, caught missing the top
  Meaning missing a roof, hope you listening y'all
  I was dealt a few blows, I felt a few lows
  Even she'd a few tears, I traveled that road
  Went from walking on... , now I'm riding on vogues
  50M's in the bank, I give you 200, I'm gone
  Still so close to the hood, I'm ashamed to say
  All the money in the world can't take this pain away
  It's just another story at the campfire
  Court side seats with the franchise
  I think about my niggas doing 25
  Shining bright, who am I for you to criticize?
  [Hook]
  [Verse 3]
  I'm spoken psychedelics, I hustle like a felon
  Hottest record label, but still in all I'm chilling
  I be cracking my voice, these niggas so boys
  First I be stacking some money, then go to war with
  them boys
  Anybody can get it, handies handing some tissues
  Better bring me along, cause we bringing them pistols
  Heaven singing them songs, speaking on sensing...
  The emotional niggas, and motions from killas
  They moving in silence, but they follow your Twitters
  These the games that they play, they study your
  Instagram pictures
  See I live by the code, that the mafia wrote
  When he ran his mouth, me I ran the smoke
  I'd rather listen, he had the exploitation
  I had to make a way, I had to act commission
  Until this day am slanging, the commission remains
  Now I'm worth over a billion, I'm ashamed to say

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  B.m.fshow lyrics

  B.m.f

  Featuring: Styles
  I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
  Whippin' work, hallelujah
  One nation under God
  Real niggas getting money from the fucking start
  I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
  Getting work, hallelujah
  One nation under God
  Real niggas getting money from the fucking start
  My Rolls-Royce triple black, I'm getcha ho
  Balling in the club, bottles like I'm Ichiro
  Rosé, that's my nickname
  Cocaine running in my big vein
  Self-made, you just affiliated
  I built it ground up, you bought it renovated
  Talkin' plenty capers, nothing's been authenticated
  Funny you claimin' the same bitch that I'm penetratin'
  Hold the bottles up, where my comrades?
  Where the fucking felons, where my dogs at?
  Uh, I got that Archie Bunker
  And it's so white I just might charge you double
  I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
  Whippin' work, hallelujah
  One nation under God
  Real niggas getting money from the fucking start
  I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
  Getting work, hallelujah
  One nation under God
  Real niggas getting money from the fucking start
  These motherfuckers mad that I'm icy
  Stunt so hard make 'em come indict me
  I think I'm Big Meech, look at my timepiece
  It's an Audemar, hundred wrecks at least
  Look at yourself now look at me
  You can't see a nigga, I'm what you used to be
  Look at it this way, you niggas sideways
  Always getting money, my nigga, crime pays
  So fuck a nigga, I'm self-made
  You a sucka nigga, I'm self-paid
  This for my broke niggas, this for my rich niggas
  Got a hundred on the head of a snitch nigga
  I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
  Whippin' work, hallelujah
  One nation under God
  Real niggas getting money from the fucking start
  I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
  Getting work, hallelujah
  One nation under God
  Real niggas getting money from the fucking start
  36 holes leave you bleedin' family
  Words in them thirty-six o's in the kilogram
  Blunt tip, armors like caviar
  Wild and out, fish-tailin' Subaru, rally car
  Out the passenger, lead in the automatic
  For egg or that girl, I knock your mommy and daddy off
  Fuck around and knock the emblem off the Caddy off
  Four-shooters buggin' out, blickin' at your Caddy doors
  And did I mention? Gun from Red Dead Redemption
  Nine mils, fifty clip extensions
  Hope it's like a mattress in the hood, I'm flippin' on it
  And the money's like a chair, I'm sittin' on it
  I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
  Whippin' work, hallelujah
  One nation under God
  Real niggas getting money from the fucking start
  I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
  Getting work, hallelujah
  One nation under God

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  Aston Martin Music Remix (ft T.I)show lyrics

  Aston Martin Music Remix (ft T.I)

  [Chorus - Chrisette Michelle]
  We bobbin to the music this is how we do it(all night)
  Breezin down the freeway just me and my baby(in our ride)
  Just me and my boss no worries at all
  Listening to Aston Martin Music Music
  [Hook - Drake]
  Would have came back for you
  I just needed time to do what I had to do
  Caught in the life I cant let it go
  Whether thats right I will never know(ugh but here goes nothin)
  [Verse 1 - T.I.]
  [Chorus - Chrisette Michelle]
  We bobbin to the music this is how we do it(all night)
  Breezin down the freeway just me and my baby(in our ride)
  Just me and my boss no worries at all
  Listening to Aston Martin Music Music
  [Hook - Drake]
  Would have came back for you
  I just needed time to do what I had to do
  Caught in the life I cant let it go
  Whether thats right I will never know(ugh but here goes nothin)
  [Verse 2 - Rick Ross]
  When Im alone in my room sometimes I stare at the walls
  Automatic weapons on the floor but who can you call
  My down bitch, one who live by the code
  Put this music shit aside get it in on the road
  Lot of quiet time, pink bottles of Rose
  Exotic red bottoms, so-bodied glittered in gold
  Following fundamentals Im following in the rental
  I love a nasty girl who swallow is on the menu
  And money triple up when you get it out of state
  Need a new safe cause Im runnin out of space
  Now Im Roy Jetson Im somewhere out of space
  In my two-seater she the one that I would take
  [Chorus - Chrisette Michelle]
  We bobbin to the music this is how we do it(all night)
  Breezin down the freeway just me and my baby(in our ride)
  Just me and my boss no worries at all
  Listening to Aston Martin Music Music
  [Hook - Drake]
  Would have came back for you
  I just needed time to do what I had to do
  Caught in the life I cant let it go
  Whether thats right I will never know(ugh but here goes nothin)
  [Verse 3 - Rick Ross]
  Pull up on the block in a drop-top chicken box
  Mr. KFC DBS is in the watch
  Livin fast where its all about that money bag
  Never front you take it there aint no comin back
  Top down right here is where she want to be
  That's why golds unfold right in front of me
  Eveytime we fuck her soul take ahold of me
  Addicted like Pookie that pussy be controllin me
  That thang keep callin
  Fuck maintain boy I gotta keep ballin
  Pink bottles keep comin
  James Bond coup pop clutch 100
  [Chorus - Chrisette Michelle]
  We bobbin to the music this is how we do it(all night)
  Breezin down the freeway just me and my baby(in our ride)
  Just me and my boss no worries at all
  Listening to Aston Martin Music Music
  [Hook - Drake]
  Would have came back for you
  I just needed time to do what I had to do
  Caught in the life I cant let it go

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  Another Roundshow lyrics

  Another Round

  She self made, I'm self made
  We're made for each other,...
  They calling me the hottest in the game,
  Never the gold, I wanted gold plated chains
  Have sex on a highway in the lexus
  Suck her neck before I eat her like she's breakfast
  Never mind the rumors baby this is me and you
  ... balling 50 on them pretty shoes
  With foreign names, valley...
  Different positions, but she still moaning the same
  Millie on my neck, coming through that check
  Rose in effect, no I didn't make her wet
  Roses by the dozen, everyday I'm hustling
  Blowing money fast looking like I'm saving nothing
  Let's take another trip, different continents we touching
  Niggas getting flipped, I get them done for nothing
  Shout out to joe and chris,... my wrist
  I'm still seeing bricks like it's still '86
  Over 20 homes, but I need a chick
  And she got the bomb, I'm talking tic tic
  She got the bomb, I'm talking tic tic
  And if you feel I'm wrong, baby you should tell me this
  Don't you be holding back your love, don't you be holding back
  Cause in the end girl you come for another round, another round
  Girl you're gonna want another round, another round,
  I used to want you and her and her and her and her and you
  I used to want you and her and her and her and her and you
  ... need you baby,...
  I'm talking...
  Listen,... papy chulo bout to show you what you been missing
  Sex is just a weapon,... this pistol
  I cannot believe... young and tripping
  Why you trying to read me, if you see that isn't any issue
  ... at a polo with no logo
  Let's have a toast for this new love
  I scoop you up...
  Truthfully don't do much, but with you trying do something
  Peotic genius,... my latest feature prolly got these haters grieving...
  Don't you be holding back your love, don't you be holding back
  Cause in the end girl you come for another round, another round
  Girl you're gonna want another round, another round,
  I used to want you and her and her and her and her and you
  I used to want you and her and her and her and her and you
  ... need you baby,...
  I'm talking...
  And I'ma be... she's the fliest here,...
  All the ladies bad,... she glammed up,...
  She seem a little brave, but I sense the fear
  Her defense is up but wishing that it disappears
  ... for one who doesn't care
  She say all men treated her wrong way
  Yeah, I know, that's what they all say
  But I get you, I bang with you the long way
  Don't you be holding back your love, don't you be holding back
  Cause in the end girl you come for another round, another round
  Girl you're gonna want another round, another round,
  I used to want you and her and her and her and her and you
  I used to want you and her and her and her and her and you
  ... need you baby,...

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  Amsterdamshow lyrics

  Amsterdam

  We get ghost, you already know what it is
  Money stuffed in my bag
  Maybach shit!
  Bright lights and dark corners
  It's night embark on us
  Refugees running wild Wyclef with a Sig Sauer
  Nothing to lose, I was starving from the start
  Now the same cats drive in Jaguars
  Open fire when you see me yeah I lie to make em whisper
  The club that I'm a member, they'll be gone by November
  Keys to the city got killers who slither with me
  Lamborghini? smoke a fat fifty
  Billionaire bid
  Wrists on chill, standing in the field of dreams
  Tryna see a hundred mil
  These boys going blind they just happy being free
  In a world of so many I just wanted me a key
  Sheesh!
  I just wanted me apiece
  Slice of cheesecake before my niggas all decease
  These boys snort lines I'm fine just sipping wine
  Amsterdam in the air, tomorrow on my mind
  I'm Barry Gordy to the streets
  I wanna be there when each one of my kids born
  Real nigga to the day that I'm deceased
  Even then I pray I'm living through the beats
  Born in the bricks with the short end of the stick
  Always running late, quick to show up with your bitch
  The Hublot's cool but my Terminator's foolish
  Red, blue, do you, long as you're getting rick
  Crack game, champagne, kilos on the stock exchange
  These niggas acting like they want a war!
  Nigga, you a? Honda Accord
  I'm riding in some shit only I can afford
  ? rapport
  Amsterdam stay on my mind: I just gave you a tour
  I'm laughing at the people who label me poor
  Now I piss on Europeans, you thought I was?
  I'm Barry Gordy to the streets
  Raw blood 100 acres just to live on
  Dope boy, you could tell by my sneaks
  I'm not the type of nigga you run into at a 7-11 and
  Just pull your pistol on him...
  In that time, I'mma handle my muthafuckin business...
  Ruugh! Ruugh!

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  Trillashow lyrics

  Trilla

  I'm a boss
  I'm ridin through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars
  I'm worth a million dollars
  I been worth a million dollars
  I'm ridin through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars
  I'm makin women holla (holla)
  Makin women holla (holla)
  I just left my momma house and it made me feel good
  I just paid my momma bills, you would if you could
  You see I'm from the ghetto where you gotta go to prison
  Cause niggaz in the ghetto always end up in the system
  But I'm ridin through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars (dollars)
  I'm ridin through the ghetto and I'm worth a million dollars (dollars)
  Convertible Impala, wouldn't drive what I'm ownin
  Plus I'm ballin like them brothers smokin on that California
  Hit the freeway! I'm the new nigga not my brother nigga
  Got our lives in it stalkin the whip one of the toughest
  Gotta handle my business, I came up with a plan
  and my mind active, I'm in a lime green Lamb'
  Yeah them hoes wanna ride with us
  I love to drive on them two wheels, yo they love us
  Got 'bout 20 stacks up in my jeans
  Hit the interstate, we gettin sucked in between, you see
  You gotta understand the feeling baby
  It's like comin to the crap game, clearin 'em out
  Nigga done came up, feel me?
  Now I'm a billionaire, big boss
  Let's say I'm comin down on some shit that I
  I paid four hundred thousand for
  I paid that with a smile!
  I'm comin down, mines be all I drive
  It's all the way live
  Boss about, boss, and I love to floss
  It ain't even that deep
  You gotta follow close
  When I saw that PF Changs we can do some thangs
  I'm a real nigga though
  Ha! We the Best, so fresh
  I'm higher than a muh'fucka man
  And I'm TRILLA! Trilla... Trilla...

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  Fuckin Problems (freestyle) (ft. Stalley)show lyrics

  Fuckin Problems (freestyle) (ft. Stalley)

  [Intro: Rick Ross]
  We the greatest ever nigga,
  MMG yeah
  [Hook: 2 Chainz, Drake, Kendrick Lamar]
  I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem
  And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fucking problem
  I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem
  And yeah I like to fuck I got a fucking problem
  I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem
  And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fucking problem
  If finding somebody real is your fucking problem
  Bring your girls to the crib maybe we can solve it
  [Verse 1: Rick Ross]
  Here they come, there it goes
  Guess I'm rollin' up the marijuana
  We all known as the boss
  It's the bottle poppin'
  Talkin' ....she wanna ball like Cyndi Lauper
  I get the cheddar here baby girl a blood but she kinda cute
  Let a nigga gang bang in the found blue (su whoo)
  Red beamer and its brand new
  So shout out to the bitches we ran through
  True connoisseur carnivores to the whores
  Yeah you runnin' with the flow it wasn't yours
  Call the boss got dwella its all gold
  Stalley showed it to me first now fast forward
  The land lord my influence speakin Jewish
  Need to get you some insurance smoking too much
  This shit a movie pick a theatre in the crib
  And you know I got the pole we get it in, we get it in
  [Hook]
  [Verse 2: Stalley]
  Speedin' in my fast car
  Reminiscin' on the girl I last saw
  And how she cut wood like a hack saw
  Wax on wax off man that ass soft
  Attached to my fitted,
  but I get that kitten hat soft
  I was jimmy hat strapped when I fell up in that cat paws
  All over my body
  Me on for my yonin balls had the head down tails up like a coin toss rollin' up a body
  Stretchin' like pilate, 110 Masarati
  Burnin' down the highway
  Burnin' on some Marley
  Could this be love infatuation of the body
  The facts is that I'm sloppy with my feelings and its got me
  Chasing love at six in the morning
  Horny as a dog in heat chasing after pony
  The streets is lonely
  Its just me and the stars
  Me and my thoughts
  Could it be me and the Godess?
  Well if I play my cards right
  Tarot cards on my dashboard if they re-write
  or leave me right back to my queen tonight
  Right?
  [Hook]

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  God Forgives, I Don'tshow lyrics

  God Forgives, I Don't

  She fell in love with a dope boy
  Black diamonds on the neck of that dope boy
  Big by the Benz for that dope boy
  Love every tattoo on that dope boy
  She shares tears for that dope boy
  Shit, it is what it is for that dope boy
  Handle minor biz for that dope boy
  But the reward is major, so on and so forth
  She can tell you by the greyhound
  She can show you how to stay down
  I can tell you 'bout to break down
  VS1's all in my bitch, watch face now?
  Straight G's for your low esteem
  8 P's for the whole team
  As I run away from my obituary
  Walking in the shit, that'll get you buried
  Miami's mine like I'm Pat Riley
  Baselines shoot at niggas, act wisely
  Get the picture, niggas getting richer now
  Living next to bitches, out on Fisher Isle
  Down from Oprah, Don King, and Sosa
  Come to the coca, cllate la boca
  They let shit slide when my nigga won't
  Remember God forgives and them triggers don't
  Aw baby this is how it goes
  Can't feel it but I know you know
  Cause I keep it on the outside
  And I keep it on the outside
  And I'm reapin' just what I sew
  My heart's beating but it still stay froze
  And y'all waiting on the inside for me girl
  And y'all waiting on the inside, arms wide open
  Arms wide open
  She fell in love with the lifestyle
  Paper tag now her neck all iced out
  Lear jets to the fights now
  Belagio crap table with the dice out
  Floor seats at the Heat game
  Her bag 20 grand, nigga, peep game
  South beach making love on the rooftop
  Fucking to the rhythm, got her singing like she Jill Scott
  I'm just a nigga with a attitude
  Earning revenue through different avenues
  One of my soldiers died in Attica
  Anything other than a ride is out of character
  Top down and it feels right
  I could tell you what a dope boy feels like
  I could tell you that he never sleeps
  He may smile but it's never sweet
  Swisha burning at his fingertips
  Tears on the inside but they never drip
  God forgives and the courts don't
  Sneaking an appeal when the courts won't

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  Port of Miami

  It ain't a problem 'til I say it is
  Handle my problem, that's the way it is
  Always talkin like a bitch but that's the way he is
  After the ride, nobody'll know where he is - Triple C!
  When you serve a cat a couple of times
  Knowin he serve in a couple of towns
  Polaco, Pensacola, down to Duval
  It put you in the midn of a pimp like Too $hort
  Classy nigga walkin 'round with stacks
  But I'm gettin word that he talkin behind my back
  Now is the time to listen, you gotta pay attention
  He may pay a henchman, put him up on where you livin
  Tell him all your cars, makes and models
  Tell him how you on steaks and bottles
  Opium Sunday, Oxygen Tuesday
  How you go to the boxing gym tryin to lose weight
  He done told a nigga all your routes
  And now you got a lowlife tryin to figure you out
  Catch you in the driveway, trigger you out
  That's what killers about, that's what niggaz allow remember
  Nigga please! You ain't a cap peeler
  Save that for your bathroom mirror
  No platoon dealer; you niggaz baboons
  Half gorilla, a camp of scrillers
  Triple C stamp the trillest
  I got B's I'ma spend it, I don't care what the bill is
  Them hoes stay at the billets
  And when they ask what year I tell 'em two thousand two million
  A rider without a motor, you got it right I'm a solider
  Long as it's loaded I'ma tote it
  I told ya - flow so cold, below frozen
  like ice water over the Pro Tools
  But that's old news, update the topic
  What makes the prophet cut cake in projects
  I'ma show him how cupcake his squad is
  Duct tape embalmers for makin them comments
  Nigga I'm fresh out
  Beef it really ain't a problem, one call, half of your boys X'd out
  Jail ain't rehabilitate shit!
  Killers and dealers all I affiliate with
  Retaliate and I squeeze mags, you hit you went stiff
  and we ain't playin freeze tag, you better dip
  Chop soundin like a speed bag, that's it, set a date money I'm hungry
  So I'm robbin moms for that wake money
  It's Torch, you get a bomb from me - you wan' play?
  I survived more athletes than Barry Bonds trainin
  Name 'em - ain't a problem 'til I say it is
  Miss a payment I'll be waitin there, takin all your favorite shit
  Earrings, rings, watches, bracelets
  Chains and the flat screen, shawty that 'llac mean
  Meanin it's comin too, nigga what you wanna do?
  I send G to kill you, lay your daddy down in front of you nigga
  Y'all niggaz know who this is
  Nigga this is the homey nigga
  Y'all niggaz don't want no problems nigga
  Y'all niggaz see us in the club
  Y'all be havin y'all gorillas nigga
  But y'all niggaz already know nigga
  Triple C's nigga, and we out

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  Teflon Don

  [Sample]
  [And I wanna show you how you all look like beautiful stars tonight]
  [You've got to feel it]
  [I've got the sign]
  [Kanye West - Chorus]
  They say we can't be livin' like this for the rest of our lives
  Well, we gon' be livin' like this for the rest of tonight
  And you know they gon' be bangin' this shit for rest of our lives
  So live fast and die young, live fast and die young, live fast and die young
  [Rick Ross - Verse 1]
  Livin' fast now it's all linen rags (Unn)
  Hard headed but my top peelin' back
  Tinted glass on my '57, nigga wit' a attitude (Me)
  Young and radical, methods are mathematical (Ha)
  Let my convertible marinade on the avenue
  Mommy that's half a million, I'm livin' la vida happy though
  Die young but fuck it, we flew first class
  Turned you to a rich bitch buy you first class
  Up in this bitch and we lit up like a screen
  Everytime we hit the charts niggas shoot up like a phene (Unn)
  Stuntin' like we printin' money wit' machines
  Which you see me wavin' Visorone Constantine (Unn)
  Like Mike my spikes they all white
  twenty fo' carat gold, baby carats worth of ice
  Ice insured, fuck life insurance
  I live for the moment and put a bullet on it (Boss)
  Got the club rockin' like a fuckin' boat
  I'm the pirate on this ship, all you mates got to go
  The party over here, everybody over here
  You know the word travel fast, everybody know we here (Yeah)
  Bottles over here, even spread it over there
  All the models over here but they swallow everywhere (Yeah)
  She came to party like it's 1999
  If she died on my dick
  She would live through my rhymes
  [Chorus]
  [Kanye West - Verse 2]
  For all my young ladies that's drivin' Miss Daisy
  Drivin' me crazy, rock the beat baby!
  Hop up out the rrrt, she beat up the payment
  I don't give a rrrt, baby he craazzy
  I'm back by unpopular demand, least he still poppin' in Japan
  Shoppin' in Milan, hoppin' out the van
  Screams from the fans
  "Yeezy, always knew you'd be on top againnn"
  And we 'bout to hit Jacob the jeweler
  So I could be like Slick Rick and rule ya
  Dr. Martin Louis the King Jr.
  And I'ma never let the dream turn to Kruegers
  My outfit's so disrespectful
  You could gon' ahead and sneeze 'cause my presence blessed you
  I mean, we walked in this bitch so stylish
  Niggas done mistook me for my stylist
  And I know it's superficial and ya say it's just clothes
  But we shoppin' in that motherfucker and they just closed
  So go ahead and just pose
  When she walked up out the dressin' room
  The store just froze
  And I know, they trying to get their cool back
  And them ghetto bitches hollin' "How you do that?" (Un)
  So they could never say we never lived it
  And if I see Biggie tonight I loved every minute
  [Chorus]
  [Rick Ross - Verse 3]
  Peter piper pickin' peppers, Rick pitched poems
  My leather long enough to keep a thick bitch warm
  When her ass is enormous
  Abs abnormal and tans in the morning on sands in California
  Seems like we gettin' money for the wrong things
  Look around Maseratis for the whole team
  Look at Haiti, children dyin' 'round the clock nigga
  I sent a hundred grand but that's a decent watch nigga
  I'm gettin' better 'cause it would've leased the drop nigga
  I'ma get my money right just watch nigga
  She had a miscarriage I couldn't cry though
  'Cause you and I know she was only my side hoe
  (Un) I got 'em catchin' amnesia
  Time to pull my fuckin' minks out the freezer
  See the links and you just think Jesus
  I'm hot till a day a day freezes
  Young and radical, methods are mathematical
  I multiplied my money through different avenues
  Took many awards
  Shook never before and for my mother I applaud
  Ms. Afeni Shakur
  Ice insured, fuck life insurance
  Three bad bitches, dope come concurrent
  Still, you know the dope won't stop
  If I die today bury me in a dope ass watch
  [Chorus]
  [Sample]
  [Hey, hey, hey, hey]
  [Hey, hey, hey, hey]

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  Oil Money Gang (ft. Jadakiss)show lyrics

  Oil Money Gang (ft. Jadakiss)

  [Intro: Rick Ross]
  Uh, Mastermind
  It's going further my nigga
  It ain't even about being a dope boy my nigga
  We talking oil money, oil money, yeah
  [Verse 1: Rick Ross]
  It's amazing to be alive when niggas wants you to die
  Mad at every check you deposit, I see it all in their eyes
  I'mma stunt harder, I'mma shop more
  Black bell boy Persian rugs at the door
  Giving niggas jobs, living like the mob
  A scotch in the soda anastasia.com
  People talking 'bout me, say I got a body
  Or are they mad at me that the house got a lobby?
  Big four-fifths spliffs at the boat split
  Tip toein' through the city out in Villy with a brick
  Settin new mile zones, gettin my style on
  Down in Cocanut Grove where niggas dont smile long
  City full of our bury what you like is an aquarious
  Only beautiful bitches they tell me the mode to marry her
  Fascinatin' faces, now its top jewelers
  Pina colada daiquiri somethin' blue on a Tuesday
  Got the Desert Eagle up in Fred Seagle
  Only fat nigga in vintage Moskeeno
  Attempted murder I refuse to exhile
  So it's club LIV til Im ex'd out
  Gold casket my final request
  Bangin' at em like my child they want em my less
  Therefore I pray I live a hundred years
  Be a crutch for my kids all through their wonder years
  Oil money fuck up a hundred mill
  Thats just a yacht in a crib, nigga dying to live
  Champagne, spillin the obulance
  Side bitches remain anonymous
  Got a condo on Collins another on Sunny Isle
  Makin sure you get around cause these niggas will gun you down
  Got my daughter a Fendi purse then I took her to Disney World
  All I give her is game, I'm digesting my every word
  Tired of charting a plane, oil money the game
  Classics stay on my feet, Double M on my chain
  All I think is about oil money, these niggas barely gettin' tour money
  [Bridge: Jadakiss]
  It's gonna be aight, it's gonna be aight
  Don't even worry 'bout nothing
  Gon' talk that shit for a minute
  Put the dutch out, light the cuban up
  Dime the lights if you want, cause we already shinin'
  You know? yeah
  [Verse 2: Jadakiss]
  Tryna get a grip, but you just can't clutch it
  When the money is in the circle, the squares can't touch it
  Reaping the benefits from the years that we suffered
  If they dont know nothin' else they know that I'm not to be fuck with
  Chillin' on the deck, brainstorming on the check
  You don't see the bigger picture, you just see the silhouette
  Keep your ho still 'fore I nail her
  Money on my mind while I hold steel for the tailor
  Three man weave I dump it off to the trailer
  If the pack too loud, dump it off with the sailor
  We pop bottles, have the shot of the tequila
  Might see me in some you can't cop from the dealer
  Problem gon' rang, Gary pew and bell staff
  Work coming in, I sit on some and sell half
  Made it to the top over night, that's why you fell fast
  Best head I got in my life, for a Chanel bag
  This is some heaven on earth shit, you mean my hell pass
  Niggas tryna copy my style, but they ain't sell swag
  Nah, vacationing on Mile E
  Roomservice come to you on a boat, child please
  Don't get me confused though cause I'll squeeze
  Niggas know I get huge dough and wild keys
  I'll forever cash in, oil money means the wealth ever lasting

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  911show lyrics

  911

  God forgives... I don't
  In other words, retaliation is a must!
  [Hook]
  I bow my head, I pray to God
  Survival of the fittest: help me hold my chopper lord!
  If I die today, on the highway to heaven
  Can I let the top down in my 911?
  Financial fanatic, 400 bricks in my attic
  400K in my baggage, ? automatic
  You can't stop a bullet, this one for the money
  Secret indictments, sport cars with 200
  Fuck all these broke niggas
  Cause all I do is ball
  Went and bought a big and tall
  Niggas still scheming, we sliding on the mall!
  I remember picking watermelons
  Now the Porsche cost me a quarter million!
  If I die tonight I know I'm coming back nigga
  Reincarnated: big black fat nigga!
  [Hook]
  Financial fanatic, 400 bricks in my attic
  400K in my baggage, ? automatic
  You can't stop a bullet, this one for the money
  Secret indictments, sport cars with 200
  Fuck your investigation, started my elevation
  Cherry red 911 straight to my destination
  Mayweather got a fight
  Make me some reservations
  Now it's stocks and bonds
  They know a nigga's name, they know a nigga's strong
  Fuck wit me!
  Fuck your insinuation
  Got me some scheming bitches
  Hustle, that's?
  Hating, that switch the topic
  Jump in my 911
  2 bricks in my compartment!
  She let me smell her pussy!
  I know you smelling money!
  She smell the gunpowder
  911: 100 miles and running

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  all the money in the world

  You know gettin money, becomin a young millionaire;
  You could lose sight of the things that's important to you.
  OLYMPICKS
  I'd never trade my old girl for all the money in the world.
  I'd never trade my daughter Toya for all the money in the world.
  I'd never trade my only boy for all the money in the world.
  I put my last name first!
  I can hear my Daddy sayin, \"lil nigga go get 'em!\"
  Passed in '99 cancer all in his liver.
  Shit, difference since we last spoke, his son a lil richer.
  I'd never rap again if I could tell him that I miss him.
  Why the fuck I own the world when I can't share it with him?
  Bust his ass his whole life, just wanna break bread wit' him.
  Cryin in my mansion as I'm holdin on his picture.
  It's a cold and lonely world, I'm flyin solo on you niggas.
  Being the only boy, definition of a man.
  All the money is the world still not a big enough advance.
  All the money is the world still not a big enough advance.
  For me to turn my back on me bein the man that I am.
  Turn off the lights (Turn off the lights).
  Take a ride with me (Take a ride with me).
  I wanna see you smile (I wanna see you smile).
  It's a fantasy (It's a fantasy).
  La La La La Laa (La La La La Laa).
  La La La La (La La La La).
  La La La La Laa (La La La La Laa).
  La La La La (La La La La).
  Momma gettin older feelin pains in her shoulder.
  I gotta stay focused and remain her little soldier.
  Brace a few issues in the streets begin the whisper.
  Prayin for you niggas still stocking up my pistols.
  Lil nigga getting murdered and buried in all white.
  8th grade student, y'all figure that's alright.
  Tryin to figure out where I'm going wit' my life.
  As I'm steppin on the brake and hangin a sharp right.
  Did my thing in the streets, seen in the streets.
  See me at the park on the swing with my niece.
  Watch chipped up, still won't switch up.
  First time singin so you gotta turn the bitch up.
  Turn off the lights (Turn off the lights).
  Take a ride with me (Take a ride with me).
  I wanna see you smile (I wanna see you smile).
  It's a fantasy (It's a fantasy).
  La La La La Laa (La La La La Laa).
  La La La La (La La La La).
  La La La La Laa (La La La La Laa).
  La La La La (La La La La).
  Oh man- when I close my eyes,
  I can see you about a million times.
  It's true over and over (over and over).
  Yeah- but then again, it kinda makes me laugh.
  Cause you're the one that put me on this path.
  I guess I gotta keep rollin strong.
  I feel I can't go wrong.
  Cause I can feel you walkin with me.
  I can hear you talkin to me.
  I know you hear them sayin La La La La La La Laa.
  La La La La Laa.
  La La La Laa.
  La La La La Laa.
  La La La Laa.
  Now come and take a ride with me.
  I really wanna take a walk wit' you.
  Be cool to have a drink wit' you, think wit' you.
  Now come and take a ride with me.
  There's so much to say.
  Old memories won't go away, go away, go away, go away, go away, go away, go away.
  (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
  Old memories won't go away.
  I remember them like it was yesterday.
  (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
  That time never felt so good.
  Can't forget about you man I never would.
  (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
  Old memories won't go away.
  I remember them like it was yesterday.
  (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
  That time never felt so good.
  Can't forget about you man I never would.
  (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
  Old memories won't go away.
  I remember them like it was yesterday.
  (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
  That time never felt so good.
  Can't forget about you man I never would.
  (Yeah)
  You see I never ever would.
  You see I never would.
  Just can't forget about you, no, no, no.
  You know I never would.
  Never ever would.
  And I never ever could.
  And don't think that I can.
  I know you understand.

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  9 Pieceshow lyrics

  9 Piece

  [Rick Ross - Chorus]
  I'm smoking dope, I'm on my cell phone
  I'm selling dope, straight off the iPhone
  he wanna quote, he talking 9 zones
  he bought four, I front him 5 more
  9 piece, straight 8 balls
  MJG bitch I got 8 balls
  9 piece, straight 8 balls
  MJG bitch I got 8 balls
  [Rick Ross - Verse 1]
  Suave house, stil lindependant
  distribution mexican
  he still sending
  no contract, take my word
  send a hundred packs bitch
  them my birds
  shoe box, no shoes in 'em
  in the two seater, me and two women
  no Def Jam, went solo
  took the custy's prices solo
  [Rick Ross - Chorus]
  I'm smoking dope, I'm on my cell phone
  I'm selling dope, straight off the iPhone
  he wanna quote, he talking 9 zones
  he bought four, I front him 5 more
  9 piece, straight 8 balls
  MJG bitch I got 8 balls
  9 piece, straight 8 balls
  MJG bitch I got 8 balls
  [T.I. - Verse 2]
  Its the king young gunna
  hotter thana suana in the summer
  nigga think I'm playing round if you wanna
  bring the thunder and the lightening
  like a sighting if you try me
  on that Wrren Buffet shit
  that monkey shit behind me
  you want me square nigga you know where to find me
  don't call me on my cell
  yopu tryna send a pimp to jail
  if you buying 25 you can get it for the twelve
  uncut, rocked up, got hand and pale yeah
  hey let me send a little message to my enemies
  you nigga get to telling have 'em buried 'fore they sentence me
  come to ATL, hit any trap they remember me
  billionaire swag witha dope boys energy
  [Rick Ross - Chorus]
  I'm smoking dope, I'm on my cell phone
  I'm selling dope, straight off the iPhone
  he wanna quote, he talking 9 zones
  he bought four, I front him 5 more
  9 piece, straight 8 balls
  MJG bitch I got 8 balls
  9 piece, straight 8 balls
  MJG bitch I got 8 balls
  [Rick Ross - Verse 3]
  Soft white, I got that G-mix
  I'm going Gold, crumbs to the bricks
  I'm on the road, lets buy some new whips
  trick a hundred hoes
  spend a few chips
  9 piece, straight 8 balls
  got your bottom bitch going AWOL
  nigga's looking at ya like you fell off
  no sir, not me
  I'm double platinum just like my Ferrari
  bullet proof, nigga teflon
  why you snorting that
  that shit stepped on
  [Rick Ross - Chorus]
  I'm smoking dope, I'm on my cell phone
  I'm selling dope, straight off the iPhone
  he wanna quote, he talking 9 zones
  he bought four, I front him 5 more
  9 piece, straight 8 balls
  MJG bitch I got 8 balls
  9 piece, straight 8 balls

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  9 Piece Remix (ft. Lil Wayne)

  [Rick Ross - Chorus]
  I'm smoking dope, I'm on my cell phone
  I'm selling dope, straight off the iPhone
  he wanna quote, he talking 9 zones
  he bought four, I front him 5 more
  9 piece, straight 8 balls
  MJG bitch I got 8 balls
  9 piece, straight 8 balls
  MJG bitch I got 8 balls
  [Rick Ross - Verse 1]
  Suave house, still independant
  Distribution Mexican
  He still sending
  No contract, take my word
  Send a hundred packs bitch
  Them my birds
  Shoe box, no shoes in 'em
  In the two seater, me and two women
  No Def Jam, went solo
  Took the custy's price so low
  [Rick Ross - Chorus]
  I'm smoking dope, I'm on my cell phone
  I'm selling dope, straight off the iPhone
  he wanna quote, he talking 9 zones
  he bought four, I front him 5 more
  9 piece, straight 8 balls
  MJG bitch I got 8 balls
  9 piece, straight 8 balls
  MJG bitch I got 8 balls
  [Lil Wayne - Verse 2]
  It's Lil Tunechi
  Wattup doe?
  I'm talking white girl, Marilyn Monroe
  And I can get em for the sweet sixteen
  Hard doe, call it HD Flat screen
  F-ck outta here, no shit water whip
  you got that tan though, look like a Florida bitch
  Automatic leave you dead in the living room
  Get it? Leave 'em dead in the Living room
  F-ck all these n-ggas and tell them bitches, to kiss my ass
  I put a pistol to his head tell that n-gga have a blast
  F-ck you mean, I'm talking keys like Ray Charles
  Rack 'em up, pool table full of 8 balls
  [Rick Chorus]
  I'm smoking dope, I'm on my cell phone
  I'm selling dope, straight off the iPhone
  he wanna quote, he talking 9 zones
  he bought four, I front him 5 more
  9 piece, straight 8 balls
  MJG bitch I got 8 balls
  9 piece, straight 8 balls

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  3 Kingsshow lyrics

  3 Kings

  [Intro: Dr. Dre]
  Yeah, classic hip hop shit
  Dr. D-R-E
  Rozay and Jay, let's get 'em
  [Verse 1: Dr. Dre]
  We started out moppin' floors
  And now we front row at the awards
  Number one for the last twenty years
  If you real, mothafucka scream cheers!
  Mothafucka scream cheers!
  Heh, and it is what it is
  He wanted to shine at the swap meet
  Til the white boys got him in that hot seat
  I only love it when her hair long
  You should listen to this beat through my headphones
  Money long, number one twenty years strong
  Fuck a gym, I am him, I'm Andre Young
  G5s to 64s, Dre got 'em
  If the bitch bad I got her in red bottoms
  Great weed, nice homes, bread proper
  Tec nine, one chamber, top shotta
  Bentley coupe, new yacht, my helicopter
  Born broke, real nigga straight out of Compton
  The fuck you magazine niggas want from me?
  I rewrote the game, nigga, now talk money
  All black on my Al Capone shit
  I built a house, nigga get your own shit
  I only love it when her hair long
  You should listen to this beat through my headphones
  [Interlude: Rick Ross]
  See y'all niggas
  Hit the switches on that shit one time, ugh
  Let the top down
  [Verse 2: Rick Ross]
  I came a long way from the weed game
  Twenty stack seats at the Heat game
  And I'm still strapped with the heat man
  And we steppin' on a nigga feet man
  80 pair of sneakers came from the D game
  Cousin was a Crip, said it was a C thing
  Brown bag money in a duffle bag
  Fuck 'em all, wet 'em and we gotta double back
  The homie whippin' chickens in his momma kitchen
  On the mission, said he get it for his son tuition
  Real nigga's dreams comin' to fruition
  Stumble, but I never fall, leanin' on my pistol
  I only love it when the ass fat
  We should listen to this track in my Maybach
  I'm just tryin' to be a billionaire
  Come and suck a dick for a millionaire
  [Interlude: Jay-Z]
  Uh, it's just different
  I know it feels different
  [Verse 3: Jay-Z]
  Uh, I only love her if her eyes brown
  Play this shit while you play around with my crown
  King H-O, y'all should know by now
  But if you don't know, uh
  Millions on the wall in all my rooms
  Niggas couldn't fuck with my daughter's room
  Niggas couldn't walk in my daughter's socks
  Banksy bitches, Basquiat
  I ran through that buck fifty Live Nation fronted me
  They workin' on another deal, they talkin' two hundred fifty
  I'm holdin' out for three
  Two seventy five and I just might agree
  Ex-D-boy, used to park my beamer
  Now look at me, I can park in my own arena
  I only love her if her weave new
  I'm still a hood nigga, what you want me to do?
  Been hoppin' out the BM with your BM
  Taking her places that you can't go with your per diem
  Screamin' carpe diem until I'm a dead poet
  Robin Williams shit, I deserve a golden globe bitch!
  I take a Ace in the meanwhile
  You ain't gotta keep this Khaled, it's just a freestyle
  Fuck rap money, I've made more off crates
  Fuck show money, I spent that on drapes
  Close the curtains, fuck boy, out my face
  I whip the coke, let the lawyer beat the case
  Murder was the case that they gave me
  I killed the Hermes store, somebody save me
  Stuntin' to the max like wavy
  Oh shit!
  Oh, stuntin' to the max, I'm so wavy
  Used to shop at TJ Maxx back in '83
  I don't even know if it was open then
  I ain't know Oprah then
  Have the XL 80 bike
  Loud motor, they be like, "Damn!" when I'm comin' through, rrraaanngg
  Had the grill in '88, y'all niggas is late
  You got all that, right?
  I love this shit like my own daughter
  Let's spray these niggas, baby, just like daddy taught ya

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  Holla At Meshow lyrics

  Holla At Me

  (feat. DJ Khaled,Cool&Dre;,Fat Joe,Lil Wayne,Paul Wall)
  [Cool & Dre]
  This is...This is
  This is...AND HE GOES BY THE NAME OF
  [Lil Wayne]
  Yeah you got the right one, It's Weezy Fuckin Baby
  And if your woman lookin, I'll let the woman taste me
  Okay now I'm with Khaled, we wilyn in Miami
  We got a bunch of bitches, we pile em in the phantom
  They follow us to Mansion but I don't mean the club
  I'm talking bout my crib, mama I'm trying to fuck
  It's Cash Money Baby, It's Young Money Biatch
  Now you can swallow that or you can suck a dick
  Okay, tell me shit, Lil Wayne fuck a bitch
  Lil' nigga, big money, big gun full of that shit
  Nigga I ain't Will Smith, Nah, I ain't a fresh prince
  Nigga I'm a young king, Nigga I'm a Bun B
  Yup, I go hard, ask my broad
  Miss Stevie Wonder, she ain't lookin at y'all (She can't see)
  The rest goes without me having to say
  I say, go, go, go, go (DJ)
  [Chorus: Paul Wall]
  Holla at me, What it do, What it is
  You ain't never seen a playa like this (Holla at me baby)
  I'm a pimp, I'll show her how I live
  Take her back then I put it in her wrist (Holla at me baby)
  I'm a monster, I do it real big
  You ain't never seen rocks like this (Holla at me baby)
  You can see me from a far I'm the shit
  Scream at me What it do, What it is (What It Do)
  [Paul Wall]
  It's Paul Wall baby, Swishahouse club rocker
  Chunk a deuce, sip a deuece, pourin up big goose vodka
  Lone star beast straight up out the H
  Sure stoppin all the hate, sippin on the ski taste
  I got the I-N-S on my tail, immigration still harass
  Cause they see me in a foriegn ridin on a pointed glass
  Gettin cash is my number one task
  Until I'm under the grass, that's why I'm top of the class
  I'm a grit boy lookin for an ass like Ketoya
  Leave a bitch back all nutty like Almond Joy
  My boy Toy I E got to sleep
  And we got to see and who got the freaks?
  Beat it up like an ass whipping
  The album dropped and there's been a lot of ass kissing
  But I ain't trippin, I'm trill
  That's why I'm posted with Khaled cause he real one
  A hundred baby like a bill, Holla at me baby
  [Chorus]
  [Fat Joe]
  Nah homie, you done got it fucked up
  You ain't got as much money as us (Nope)
  We sent Campbell in cause he got goggles on
  and he's pushing something far and it's fucked
  Now all I gotta do is push a little button quick fast
  And the chopper come out of the stash
  Yeah money ain't jewels motherfucker you lose
  I'll make you do the Fuck Sean Comb dance (Follow me now)
  Who wanna come test the kid
  Have your baby mama bless the team
  Shit, I ain't even know she could twerk it like that
  She a motherfuckin sex machine, Holla at me baby
  [Chorus]
  [Rick Ross]
  Stuntin in a magnum ridin with my hat low
  Forty-five magnum, barrel full of air holes
  Dade County, represent, Dopeboy ever since
  Know that I'ma veteran, Million dollar president
  Rick Ross, big chips, AK's, flip clips
  Off set rims on a rear six inch lips
  Started on the benches, rose through the trenches
  Now I'm the shit bitch, go and check your senses
  Known for the benz's, Chrome on the bentleys
  Smokin on the mentleys, Dade county, big cheese
  Flip soft, whip that, Rick Ross rip that
  Khaled go hard dawg, talk to em Paul Wall
  [Chorus]
  [Pitbull]
  It's Mr. 3-0-5 A.K.A
  Mr. Snort yay, spit rocks, made in day
  I owe my future to
  Last name Campbell, first name Luther
  The gun shine stayed, well that shoulda
  Bought him the crib, what it do, what it is
  Bust a clip, flip a brick, hey buddy where's the lick?
  That's all we talk about, well welcome to the south
  We in, get our bread then we out, no doubt
  Harlas and priests
  These boys dirty, they'll fuck your mother, sister, daughter and nieces
  Ahora loca, Mueve la cardera, Abre la voca, Alli Viene la Madera
  [Chorus]

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  Hustlin' (Street Mix) (Feat. Busta Rhymes)show lyrics

  Hustlin' (Street Mix) (Feat. Busta Rhymes)

  [Intro]
  Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
  Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
  Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
  Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
  Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
  Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
  Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
  Everyday I'm hustlin'
  Everyday I'm hustlin'
  Everyday I'm hustlin'
  Everyday I'm hustlin'
  Everyday I'm hustlin'
  Everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin'
  Ev-ev-ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
  Everyday I'm hustlin'
  Ev-ev-ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
  Ev-ev-everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin'
  Everyday I'm hustlin' hustlin' hustlin' hust-hustlin'
  [Busta Rhymes speaking over Intro]
  Hey yo, Rick Ross
  I had the wild coke connect from niggaz from South America
  My Guyanese niggaz used to hit me off, ha ha ha ha
  Flipmode bitch, yeah
  Busta Rhymes, Rick Ross
  Now I think you niggaz know what it is
  See when the Reaganomics of it was poppin' off
  We used to get that inconceivable pop
  Rick Ross, go 'head and talk to 'em
  [Verse 1 - Rick Ross]
  Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with, I'm the fuckin' boss
  Seven forty-five, white on white that's fuckin' Ross
  I cut 'em wide, I cut 'em long, I cut 'em fat (What)
  I keep 'em comin' back (What), we keep 'em comin' back
  I'm in the distribution, I'm like Atlantic
  I got them motherfuckers flyin' 'cross the Atlantic
  I know Pablo, Noriega, the real Noriega
  He owe me a hundred favors
  I ain't petty nigga, we buy the whole thang
  See most of my niggaz really still deal cocaine
  My roof back, my money rides
  I'm on the pedal, show you what I'm runnin' like
  When they snatch black I cry for a hundred nights
  He got a hundred bodies, servin' a hundred lifes
  [Hook with Busta Rhymes ad-libs]
  Everyday I'm hustlin'
  Ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
  Everyday I'm hustlin'
  Ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
  Everyday I'm hustlin'
  Everyday I'm hustlin'
  Everyday I'm hustlin'
  Everyday I'm, everyday I'm
  [Verse 2 - Busta Rhymes]
  I'm on this shit too, I know ya can't believe
  Just call me claustrophobia I leave no room to breathe
  While other niggaz done lived see I create a scene
  Then I get up on my grind and I hustle to another level to another extreme
  Amphetamines, weed the empire that I'm building
  Even got a coke connect through Pablo Escobar's children
  Heard what I said bitch, Pablo Escobar's children
  They call me whenever they manufacture the coke shipment
  Whenever there is a drought and we need to place an order
  I holla at Manuela Escobar, Pablo's daughter
  From Columbia through Bahamas, Florida Keys border
  Yes, the hunger for enchilada gets hotter please call her
  She gets me coke that makes bodies numb once ya fingers in it
  So white, the coke got a sparkle like she got crystals in it
  Look, out of town my gangsta's bubblin'
  See I will flip and sell you any drug cuz I be hustlin'
  [Hook]
  [Verse 3]
  We never steal cars, but we deal hard
  Whip it real hard whip it whip it real hard
  I caught a charge, I caught a charge
  Whip it real hard, whip it whip it real hard
  Ain't bout no funny shit still bitches and business
  I'm on my money shit still whippin' them Benzs
  Major league who catchin' because I'm pitchin'
  Jose Canseco just snitchin' because he's finish
  I feed 'em steriods to strengthen up all my chickens
  They flyin' over Pacific to be specific
  Triple C's you know it's back we holdin' sacks
  So nigga go on rat, run and tell 'em that
  Mo' cars, mo' hoes, mo' clothes, mo blows
  [Hook]

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  Fuck With Your Shoes On (Feat. Trina)show lyrics

  Fuck With Your Shoes On (Feat. Trina)

  [Trina:]
  You Wanna Fuck Me? Handcuf Me?
  You Betta Wine And Dine Me
  Cop Me Tha Biggest Diamond You Can Find Me
  Some Librachi Shit That'll Blind Me
  G.G Hunna Tiffany Necklace
  Fly Me To Paris Just Fo Breakfast
  Sip Champaine Dress Tha Freshest
  Hopin Out Tha Cario Lay Lexis
  Material Girl Like Madonna
  Ms. Trina Tha Pre Madonna
  Bad Bitch With Tha Beez An Tha Power
  Ice In My Neck And Itz Freeze In Ma Colla
  So What You Wanna Do Tonight?
  You Wanna Get Me In Tha Mood Tonight?
  Lick Me Down Low Do What You Like Just Make Sure I Get My Nut Tonight.
  [Rick Ross:]
  Ima Man That Can Move Slow
  Let Me Get It Wet First; Sex, Ima Expert
  You Gon Love A Nigga Bet By Tha Next Verse
  Raw, Set, Thaz Right (Thaz Right)
  Lets Ride (Lets Ride)Cruz Slow
  Thaz How Stretched Out In Tha S5
  Shorties Wave From Tha Corner Wen I Come Thru
  Many Hoes Wana Holla But I Want Chu
  You Know I Got A Spot Now At Tha Yawt House
  Like A Month Ago Wanna Go Let Tha Cock Out
  Not Now But We To Far To Stop Now
  She Dun Crossed Her Arms Yea She Call Herself Hot Now
  Cool Off With Tha Top Down
  Oh Boy. Fuck Wit A Po Boy
  U Need A Nigga Like Me Girl (So Real)
  My Money Longer Then Tha Distance On Yo Phone Bill
  I Shudnt Hear Those Words That I Caint Touch
  When I Got You In Paris Like It Aint Much
  First Class, Coach U Know That Aint Us
  Cumin Bak To Bak Tongue Lookin Like A Paint Brush
  Me And My Nigga Dem Feel Us
  U Fuckin Wit Sum Dealaz
  Ima Hit It Like The Real Us
  Call It Real Lust
  [Hook:]
  Girl! Dont Make Wait Too Long [x3]
  [Girl:] Why
  I Wanna Fuck U With Ur Shoes On
  (Grl): Riiight
  I Wanna Fuck U With Ur Shoes On
  [Girl:] Yeaaaa
  All Day All Night Long
  [Girl:] Yeaaa
  Ima Stand Up So Strong
  [Girl:] Yeaaaaaa
  Grl Please Sing This Song!
  [Chorus:]
  All Tonight Baby U And Me We Can Just Go Somwhere Grl
  I Been Wantin U Babey Grl U Dont Know How Hard I Am
  Ill Stick This Dick So Far In U Girl
  Ill Drive U Crazy
  Its U An Me, Baby Take A Chance
  Im Fuckin You Right Here On Tha Floor
  Ill Drive U Crazzy, Girl Come Wit Me Baby Take A Chance
  Ill Take U Where U Wanted Ta Go ; Ill Drive U Crazzey
  [Other Person:]
  Check It Out Right Imma 2 At Time Type
  Head Dyke, Sistaz, Friendz,
  Night Stiff When Im In Those Skins
  Quit Fightin It And Jus Fight Tha Dick
  Ima Skeet At Tha Peek Of Tha Heat
  Put Cream On Tha Sheets, Whip Cream In Tha Sheets
  Cancel Yo Husband Dance Wit A Thug
  Then Afta Tha Club -Im Gettin Into Sumthin-
  A Few Hundred Is Nuthin
  I Run Thru Numberz
  Fo All U Newcommers Aint Know
  They Come And Tha Go
  I Cum In They Throat
  Some Of Choke But Sum Of Them Go
  But The Funny Thing Is Nun Of Em Say No
  And Y's That? Cuz Of High Stats
  Cuz A Nigga Cant Hide Then Dipads
  When I Fly Pass U Try Ta Catch!
  Just A Lil Bit Of Contact
  Windows Down, Get A Whiff Of That Indo Now
  Request Sex; Even Tho We Jus Met
  I Need A Bitch A Can Keep On Deck
  Strictly Fo Neck When I Be On X
  Neva Spill Drink But She Sink In Tha Lex
  U Got A Thing For Rings Or Regrets
  Wit Tha Card Tell Big Things Come Next Yes.
  [Hook]
  [Chorus]

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  Chevy Ridin' Highshow lyrics

  Chevy Ridin' High

  This is, this is, this is, this is
  Chevy ridin' high
  (Ross)
  Chevy ridin' high
  Chevy, Chevy ridin' high
  Chevy, Chevy, Chevy ridin high'
  Today
  Chevy ridin' high boy, Chevy ridin' high boy
  Chevy ridin' high, bumpin' gangsta music
  Chevy, Chevy ridin' high boy, Chevy ridin' high boy
  Chevy ridin' high, bumpin' gangsta music
  I'm a real thug so my rims scrub
  No black and milds, the blunt filled up
  I got a V-12, sweeter than the female
  It feels like intercourse bucklin' the seat belt
  Picture all black down to the shoes, man
  Brought it from a don, gave his ass two thangs
  Know him as the boss, I swerve two lanes
  Picturing Ricky Ross, me and Dre do thangs
  Listen up nigga I got an idea
  I aim this K at you and you come off the pies nigga
  I ain't playing fool, this ain't X-box
  But I can take you to the morgue
  And you pick out the best box
  The rover ridin'
  (Dre)
  The Chevy speakin'
  (Dre)
  Yo' hoe she vibin'
  (Dre)
  She gonna let Dre hit it
  I'm from North Miami, ain't no secret homey
  Quit acting hoe and walking like that chick Naomi
  Chevy ridin' high boy, Chevy ridin' high boy
  Chevy ridin' high, bumpin' gangsta music
  Chevy, Chevy ridin' high boy, Chevy ridin' high boy
  Chevy ridin' high, bumpin' gangsta music
  Chevy ridin' high boy, Chevy ridin' high boy
  Chevy ridin' high, bumpin' gangsta music
  Chevy, Chevy ridin' high boy, Chevy ridin' high boy
  Chevy ridin' high, bumpin' gangsta music
  Me and Ross back at it y'all ass backwards
  My homey dirt bag
  (Yes)
  He got don status
  Epidemic is an army, Triple C is a navy
  We combine and take over this state shit
  My partner D. Wade keep a heat jersey on 'em
  I just tote heat from haters that try to hurt me, homie
  I got monopoly cheese, I work the streets hard
  Try to dodge the snitches with 'Get out of jail free' cards
  I sold food like Ruby and Gene's
  I'm telling ya my whole crew rock rubies and G's
  Put me in power when he threw me them thangs
  I came back money bags and Louie in seams
  Crystal rosy yeah, I Poe that
  We connected with Khaled, we back door that
  You see my wrist man, keep your pink wrist bands
  She can't believe I'm in a Chevy even though I'm rich man
  Chevy ridin' high boy, Chevy ridin' high boy
  Chevy ridin' high, bumpin' gangsta music
  Chevy, Chevy ridin' high boy, Chevy ridin' high boy
  Chevy ridin' high, bumpin' gangsta music
  Chevy ridin' high boy, Chevy ridin' high boy
  Chevy ridin' high, bumpin' gangsta music
  Chevy, Chevy ridin' high boy, Chevy ridin' high boy
  Chevy ridin' high, bumpin' gangsta music
  Chevy ridin' high boy, Chevy ridin' high boy
  Chevy ridin' high, bumpin' gangsta music
  Chevy, Chevy ridin' high boy, Chevy ridin' high boy
  Chevy ridin' high, bumpin' gangsta music
  Chevy ridin' high boy, Chevy ridin' high boy
  Chevy ridin' high, bumpin' gangsta music
  Chevy, Chevy ridin' high boy, Chevy ridin' high boy
  Chevy ridin' high, bumpin' gangsta music

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  Street Life (Feat. Lloyd)show lyrics

  Street Life (Feat. Lloyd)

  [Chorus: Lloyd]
  Ain't nothin' but the street life
  That's money cars and hoes
  It's the only life I chose
  Street life , nothin' but the street life
  They love they way I shine
  This world is mine, all mine
  [Verse 1: Rick Ross]
  Up early in the morning, got gold in my eye
  Got a 4-5 that'll leave a hole in the sky
  Sittin at this table, why, to take this {?}
  Music and the street life that's a whole 'nother side (riiiight)
  Hoes used to call me small time
  My clothes ain't know what to call mine
  No logos or no tags in it
  No polos 'til I started bag-gin' it
  Way before my first key
  My nigga E showed me
  How to parlay a Z (good lookin' nigga)
  I know my mama pullin' overtime
  Pocket full of dimes
  So I'm out here pullin' mine
  [Chorus]
  [Verse 2: Rick Ross]
  You can't close shop, not on my block
  I'm 24/7 like IHOP
  Came from the bottom to the skybox
  Now a penthouse, you can call me Hi-Top
  Hop up in the 40-40, got 'bout forty on me
  Fifty grand in a band, I'ma roll it homie
  Brick layin' cost 'bout another dub
  Ten grand for a pound of the bubble bud
  Twenty birds in a room down in Atlanta
  I caught a bird, but the birds can't buy a camper
  Just an example, by an ex-trapper
  Dress the coupe in the shoes, now that's dapper
  [Chorus]
  [Verse 3: Rick Ross]
  Street life, sellin' dope, fuckin' hoes
  Big E, smoke comin' outta nigga nose
  Candy paintin' on the corner, sellin' everything
  I'm on the move, I ain't called mama in a couple days
  This life and nothin' will ever change that
  I love the game and we'll never give the game back
  We lost a lotta good niggaz in the game
  But in the game, all the good niggaz get a name
  I got a name, everybody don't die the same
  Like all dope don't fly the same
  M-I-Yayo, boy I buy them thangs
  It's like the people want me to come fly the plane
  [Chorus] - 3X

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  Strptease

  (feat. Jazze Pha)
  Woo Woo
  Hey Hey
  Baby Look Here We Got Florida Gators
  We Got Alligators
  Ya Hot Baby Ya Hot
  Shake It Gurl
  [Chorus: x2]
  [Jazze Pha:]
  Shake It Off
  Let Me See Ya Expertise
  Striptease For A Playa Wit Sum Extra Cheese
  [Gurl:]
  Break It Off
  Jus Me An My Home Gurls
  Send Us A Chueffer
  We Can Come Over
  [Verse 1:]
  I Did A Show One Nite Tore Down The Whole House
  Wit A Flow That Will Hold Down The Whole South
  Shorty Feelin Us And They Want To Roll Out
  She Got A Man So The Plan Is To Hold Out
  I Was Coo Wit It Knew Whut To Do Wit It
  King Size Fit Me Plus 2 In It
  That Nite It Was Packed Tight
  Bottles From Tables,Tables To Flashlights
  All I Needed Was A Bad Dime So I Can Fall In And Out Of Love Like I Did Last Night
  Come Sleep In The Street Nigga That Will Change Yo Whole Life Jus Give Me A Week Wit Her
  [Chorus x2]
  [Verse 2:]
  U Dont Want To Talk U Jus Wanna Play
  Come To My Place And Get Bent Out Of Shape
  Friend In The Benz Wit The Plates Out Of State
  Come Wit Yo Friends The Chauffers On The Way
  Shed Yo Skin Boy It's Time To Breathe That 1 Bedroom Shit It's Time To Leave
  Jus Smoke Me Like A Pound Of Weed And I'll Match The Sweet Least A Thousand Feet
  Nobody Party Like We Do
  We Do Thug Shit Fuck Being Gq
  Livin Life In A Flashy Way Then U Livin Like Ross And Jazze Pha
  [Chorus x2]
  [Verse 3:]
  I Got To Make My Money She Like It Wit Candles And Cameras On
  Bitch Ya Better Move Sumthin Cant Ya Tell I Wanna Do Sumthin
  Back To The Grind Keep It Clear We Wont Stop Til We Millionaires
  Fuck Around And Get A Million Errors
  For All This Money That Im Reelin In
  So Calm Loud Things Arms Longer Than Yao Mings
  Shake It Like U Suppose To For A Yung Nigga From The Old School
  [Chorus x2]

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  Introshow lyrics

  Intro

  [Woman:]
  This Is K. Foxx Reporting Live For WCCC,Just End.... A Hastion Frater
  Has Just Been Ceased By The Miami Coast Guard With Over 60 Kilos
  Hidden Below The Vessel Docked At The Port Of Miami If The Drugs Were
  Not Conviscated The Cocaine Would've Made Drug Dealers Millions Of Dollars
  This Is K. Foxx Reporting Live For WCCC.

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  It's My Time (Feat. Lyfe Jennings)show lyrics

  It's My Time (Feat. Lyfe Jennings)

  [Intro: Lyfe Jennings] (Rick Ross talking)
  It's my time (Rick Ross)
  It's my time (Finna' lay back on this shit man)
  (Dade County dope boy)
  [Verse 1]
  I'm not a slim thug, I'm a fat mack
  I don't give a fuck, I'll push ya hat back
  Still sellin dubs, nigga, that's fact
  You can hit me on the cell pimp, that's that
  I had to pawn my chain and grab a half ounce
  Ten years later time for me to cash out
  You dealin wit a dope dealin dictator
  Fuck trafficking nigga, I get this shit catered
  See the clip tailored, only the Coogi shit
  I fucks wit Damon, I'm in the movies kid
  My mom reminisce on the late nights
  When I used to reel 'em in with the straight white
  '96, Seventeen with a lil' Beamer
  First foreign car far from a lil' dreamer
  Daddy severed his relationships
  I think momma quit him 'cause he wasn't makin shit
  Who ever thought that I'd make it rich?
  The bottom of the barrel, with a bucket of Crys'
  I'm tellin you man... Life a funny thing
  You ain't a dope by 'til yo ass got a gun and chain
  [Chorus: Lyfe Jennings] (ad-libbing)
  It's my time (It's my time, yeah, oh)
  It's my time (I'm gonna shine, I'm gonna shine)
  It's my time
  [Verse 2]
  Ain't rappin I'm talkin, ain't talkin I'm scrappin
  Ain't scrappin, I'm shootin, they just askin what happened
  Ain't shoot then I'm shot, ain't shot then I'm shootin
  I ain't caught by the cops, fuck the cops I'm eluding
  Ain't hearin the sirens, but I'm seeing the sirens
  Ain't seeing the sirens, why am I being so violent?
  Thats in the nature of being a nigga
  Being beat down, then able to get up
  Being let down, then able to sit up
  Be the false charge, a nigga acquit it
  I ain't hating on ya, dog I pray for ya
  Be safe, I heard they got a case for ya
  Be straight, stay away from them fake lawyers
  You'll be working for the state like you they laywers
  Stay loyal, your time will come...
  For you to be free and shine like the sun
  I'm so blessed, to be in this position
  Holdin on my .45 listenin to every whisper...
  I'm so blessed, to be in this position
  Holdin on my .45 listenin to every whisper...
  [Chorus: Lyfe Jennings] (ad-libbing)
  It's my time (It's my time, yeah, oh)
  It's my time (I'm gonna shine, I'm gonna shine)
  It's my time
  [Verse 3]
  Other niggaz sleep, I'm on my job
  Soon as cats get 'laxed, I'm going hard
  Thats the rules of the game for the underdog
  Every wonder dog, long as I been going off (Ross!)
  I left it in Gods hands...
  Block told me once, 'Ross, this is God's plan'
  I'm like 'aw, man', a man run a label like 'Amen'
  Sign a Ray Charles, I could see it all
  A lot of undercover agents wanna see me fall
  See me fell, in the hell of shells
  Expired, no liar, I live the tale
  I look forward to working with all the real niggaz
  I look forward to looking back on drug dealing
  I look forward to making my momma smile once
  Look forward, just know I'm smoking them loud blunts
  Eight-hundred an ounce, while you running ya mouth
  I'm loading the guns... Who running the South?
  I'm on ya porch, knocking at ya front door
  I got my money right nigga, and I want war
  [Chorus: Lyfe Jennings] (ad-libbing)
  It's my time (It's my time, yeah, oh)
  It's my time (I'm gonna shine, I'm gonna shine)
  It's my time (Yeah... yeah... yeaaah)
  It's my time (There'll be no stopping me!)
  (There'll be no stopping me now)

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  Hustlin (Remix) (Feat. Jay z, Young Jeezy)show lyrics

  Hustlin (Remix) (Feat. Jay z, Young Jeezy)

  [Intro: with Jay-Z ad-libs]
  Everyday I'm hustlin'
  Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
  Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
  Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
  [Hook: with Jay-Z ad-libs]
  Everyday I'm hustlin'
  Everyday I'm hustlin'
  Everyday I'm hustlin'
  Everyday I'm hustlin'
  Everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin'
  Ev-ev-ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
  Everyday I'm hustlin'
  Ev-ev-ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
  Ev-ev-everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin'
  Everyday I'm hustlin' hustlin' hustlin' hust-hustlin'
  [Bridge: with Jay-Z ad-libs]
  Hustle real hard
  Hustle, hustle real hard
  Hustle real hard
  Hustle, hustle real hard
  Hustlin' hustlin'
  Hustle-hustlin' hustlin'
  Hustle, everyday I'm, everyday I'm
  Everyday I'm...
  [Verse 1: Jay-Z]
  Hold up
  Who you haters think you talkin' to, I'm the fuckin' boss
  White on white, G4, hater get lost
  I'm in the air I don't hear niggaz corny raps
  Yeah nigga Hov is back, that nigga Hov is back
  I got a honey bun, no not a chick
  I got a honey bun, millions nigga I got couple hundred 'em
  Ninety-nine problems prick, don't become the hundreth one
  'Less you got a hundred lives murder bout a hundred, uh
  We don't resort to violence, we on resorts and islands
  With linen shorts and shades, case they thought you was lyin'
  My Louis slippers, Polo top
  Linen shorts so my balls don't get hot, ha ha
  Yeah I balls a lot, nah I owns the team
  Ricky Ross, Roc-A-Fella, I owns the scene
  Stop playin' with me lames y'all not my equal
  It ain't no coincidence that my age is a kilo
  Which means that I'm pordo, which means that I'm gordo
  Which means that I use a G4, like in auto
  I'm a walkin' memorial
  I'm legendary for whippin' whippin' that boss
  So nigga just let that cause go
  [Hook with ad-libs]
  [Bridge]
  [Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
  Hey, let's go
  Snowman bitch, I don't even wear the same draws
  Flat screens on my walls, flows look like bowling balls
  I know Big Meeks, the real Big Meeks
  It's over for you clowns soon as my nigga hit them streets
  I see you ridin' homie, but that ain't hard enough
  You know me I might pull up in an armored truck
  I stack big faces, I stack small faces
  I stack all faces, swear it's white as pillow cases
  I got a dirty mouth but my kitchen's clean
  Them folks ridin' hid the pots and the triple beams
  Hit the Dodge spot I must've copped six Magnums
  Marriott suite, I must've used six magnums
  Feds on my tail, you know them boys'll six flag ya
  Testarossa ride, like I'm on a coaster ride
  Sheet mix, remix still talkin' white bricks
  Two million records sold and I'm still talkin' white shit
  [Hook]
  [Bridge]
  [Verse 3: Rick Ross]
  I'm the fuckin' future nigga, what you can't see the facts
  Ya want them pretty things, I'm the one ya need to ask
  They come cross the border, I'm fulfillin' ya order
  But the second ya bought her, Fed charges get brought up
  I'm whippin' the case, like I'm whippin' the base
  Look at daddy in face now tell me how good does it taste
  Willie Fal-con, I'm the Dow Jones
  Down South where them D-Boys ground zones
  We never steal cars, what I'm puttin' miles on
  Thirty feet, it cost a couple hundred thousand
  My shit bigger than your's, at the biddin' wars
  I'm the one they biddin' for, dog I'm just the biggest drought
  I'm in the distribution, I'm like Def Jam
  Release fish scales, scales on my desk man
  [Hook]
  [Bridge]
  [Ad-libs]
  [Hook]
  [Bridge]

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  Yela Diamondsshow lyrics

  Yela Diamonds

  [Hook: x2]
  My dope be shinin' like it's yella diamonds
  My dope be shinin' like it's yella diamonds
  Nineteen for the whole thang
  Walk up out the trap n-gga it's bling bling
  [Verse 1:]
  I'm back to trappin' like I'm 'posed to, n-gga
  Them crackers wanna see me on a wanted poster, n-gga
  Chasing my money like I'm Oprah, n-gga
  From Dade County now mansions and Boca, n-gga
  Now bring that drama that you spokin', n-gga
  Ain't no water drippin' out this super soaker, n-gga
  Go cash a check just like a dolphin, n-gga
  Chopper city all up out your office, n-gga
  Study your plays in my office, n-gga
  A pound of haze'll make a gangsta off a n-gga
  You wanna live make an offer n-gga
  Club LIV is your coffin n-gga
  [Hook]
  [Verse 2:]
  I'm whippin' cake up like I'm Jacob, n-gga
  Hundred eighty for the bracelet and they hate it, n-gga
  I had to have 'em custom make it, n-gga
  You have to dumb it down before you take it, n-gga
  You know we roll up like Jamaican n-ggas
  No marijuana, talkin bout killin' these hatin' n-ggas
  The time is now f-ck all the waiting, n-gga
  I can't hold back all these Haitian n-ggas
  You know they talkin home invasion, n-gga
  Seeing your daughter scream can be very persuasive, n-gga
  First question, where the safe at n-gga?
  All in your woman face f-ck up her makeup n-gga
  [Hook]
  [Verse 3:]
  I'm watching me a kilo break up, n-gga
  Snort a line of this I bet you wake up, n-gga
  Dead presidents all on my body, n-gga
  For dinero, ocho cinco, catch me a body n-gga
  Teflon Don, John Gotti n-gga
  God forgives and I don't, my chopper hit the lotto n-gga
  Keepin' it real my chopper chopped a lot of n-ggas
  I pay my dues, dudes get ya done
  I pay my fool, here come that murder one
  I think it's time you n-ggas recognize
  Work fifty million so f-ck the other side
  My n-gga you know your chopper's cold
  On the other hand my chopper's old
  All the little head busters swingin' now

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  Intro (Port Of Miami)show lyrics

  Intro (Port Of Miami)

  [Woman:]
  This Is K. Foxx Reporting Live For WCCC,Just End.... A Hastion Frater
  Has Just Been Ceased By The Miami Coast Guard With Over 60 Kilos
  Hidden Below The Vessel Docked At The Port Of Miami If The Drugs Were
  Not Conviscated The Cocaine Would've Made Drug Dealers Millions Of Dollars
  This Is K. Foxx Reporting Live For WCCC.

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  It's My Timeshow lyrics

  It's My Time

  It's my time (Rick Ross)
  It's my time (Finna' lay back on this shit man)
  (Dade County dope boy)
  I'm not a slim thug, I'm a fat mack
  I don't give a fuck, I'll push ya hat back
  Still sellin dubs, nigga, that's fact
  You can hit me on the cell pimp, that's that
  I had to pawn my chain and grab a half ounce
  Ten years later time for me to cash out
  You dealin wit a dope dealin dictator
  Fuck trafficking nigga, I get this shit catered
  See the clip tailored, only the Coogi shit
  I fucks wit Damon, I'm in the movies kid
  My mom reminisce on the late nights
  When I used to reel 'em in with the straight white
  '96, Seventeen with a lil' Beamer
  First foreign car far from a lil' dreamer
  Daddy severed his relationships
  I think momma quit him 'cause he wasn't makin shit
  Who ever thought that I'd make it rich?
  The bottom of the barrel, with a bucket of Crys'
  I'm tellin you man... Life a funny thing
  You ain't a dope by 'til yo ass got a gun and chain
  It's my time (It's my time, yeah, oh)
  It's my time (I'm gonna shine, I'm gonna shine)
  It's my time
  Ain't rappin I'm talkin, ain't talkin I'm scrappin
  Ain't scrappin, I'm shootin, they just askin what happened
  Ain't shoot then I'm shot, ain't shot then I'm shootin
  I ain't caught by the cops, fuck the cops I'm eluding
  Ain't hearin the sirens, but I'm seeing the sirens
  Ain't seeing the sirens, why am I being so violent?
  Thats in the nature of being a nigga
  Being beat down, then able to get up
  Being let down, then able to sit up
  Be the false charge, a nigga acquit it
  I ain't hating on ya, dog I pray for ya
  Be safe, I heard they got a case for ya
  Be straight, stay away from them fake lawyers
  You'll be working for the state like you they laywers
  Stay loyal, your time will come...
  For you to be free and shine like the sun
  I'm so blessed, to be in this position
  Holdin on my .45 listenin to every whisper...
  I'm so blessed, to be in this position
  Holdin on my .45 listenin to every whisper...
  It's my time (It's my time, yeah, oh)
  It's my time (I'm gonna shine, I'm gonna shine)
  It's my time
  Other niggaz sleep, I'm on my job
  Soon as cats get 'laxed, I'm going hard
  Thats the rules of the game for the underdog
  Every wonder dog, long as I been going off (Ross!)
  I left it in Gods hands...
  Block told me once, "Ross, this is God's plan"
  I'm like "aw, man", a man run a label like "Amen"
  Sign a Ray Charles, I could see it all
  A lot of undercover agents wanna see me fall
  See me fell, in the hell of shells
  Expired, no liar, I live the tale
  I look forward to working with all the real niggaz
  I look forward to looking back on drug dealing
  I look forward to making my momma smile once
  Look forward, just know I'm smoking them loud blunts
  Eight-hundred an ounce, while you running ya mouth
  I'm loading the guns... Who running the South?
  I'm on ya porch, knocking at ya front door
  I got my money right nigga, and I want war
  It's my time (It's my time, yeah, oh)
  It's my time (I'm gonna shine, I'm gonna shine)
  It's my time (Yeah... yeah... yeaaah)
  It's my time (There'll be no stopping me!)

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  Luxury Taxshow lyrics

  Luxury Tax

  I think we got a problem
  Yeahh...
  Big money in this bitch if you didn't knew.
  Big business minus the business suit.
  Even I look in the mirror like is it you,
  And I say I must be the hottest if it isnt you.
  Stay fresh from my top to my tennis shoes.
  New coop, no top, big tennis shoes.
  Never slipped, not even on the side of a swimming pool.
  We don't get rid of Q,
  We get rid of fools.
  They said I couldn't play football I was too small.
  Yhey say I could'ntplay basketball I wasn't tall.
  They say I could'ntplay baseball at all.
  And now everyday of my life I ball.
  And they say it ain't raining until someone assassinate,
  And I feel like mlk
  Yeah... I have a dream to be your worst nightmare,
  And now meet the boss of the cartel.
  I'm a seven-nine satan, sitting on Lorenzzes.
  And I seem really patient, picture the equation.
  People taking pictures and they really getting fragrant.
  Flags down my spaceship, sergeant searching for a fragrance.
  Yayo, Yayo, he wanna sniff the yayo, flying saucer on the hasa
  In the casa just to lay-low.
  Make more (money man) that the model for the mob,
  Need a blowjob my model, get a model for the job.
  Go hard, no job, hustler, no prob, poster,
  Nigga what finger f**k you whole squad.
  Forty around spending doe, flipping for my?
  Let you raid tax on them packs if you didn't know
  Bought a new crib, niggas feeling like I hid.
  3.2 but I just did it for the kids.
  More guns than a pawn shop,
  Got my whole arm rocked.
  Keep the 760 double parked in the wrong spot.
  Still huustling...
  BOSSS
  Yeah... You gotta pay for this,
  I remember when I used to pray for this.
  This, this is classic,
  So this shit you might never see again.
  And we taxin, you don't want it nigga leave it then,
  And we taxin, you don't want it nigga leave it then.
  And we ain't trying to see the pen,
  Like a needle in a hay stack we ain't trying to see the pen.
  This is a luxury tax.
  (I don't ask them baby I just tax em baby)
  (Let's go)
  Yeah imagine this,
  No imagine that.
  Gave me my sack like, goodluck getting back.
  (Yeah...)
  I'm like how the f**k I'm gonna get outta there.
  And if I'm not careful,
  Leave em the same place they find him there.
  And I'm a winner if I make it cross the finshline,
  Putting food on the table like it's dinner time.
  And this is what you call sterotyping about?
  Can you tell me my your dog keep sniffing my car?
  Huh? Got the audacity to call me a liar.
  So what you got in your trunk?
  Oh, just a spare tire.
  You niggas talked blow,
  While I sold mine.
  Like a bad crape, it's locking up in no time.
  More time in the kitchen then I spent in the studio,
  Case paradise and I ain't talking about Coolio.
  Can't lie, still addicted to the odor
  Got a ice cold Pepsi,
  But still thinking Coke-Cola.
  Hahaha...
  I'm up early in the morning, and I'm dressed in black.
  Hold on, every morning I get dressed in black.
  While your half ass looking at my pants sagging,
  I'm getting money, and my swaging and black flagging.
  Million dollor status, fully automatic.
  Heavy on the? and even harder on the women.
  If it wasn't for reverend,
  I probably would pimpin and shit.
  Pops, my papai, has already hear me.
  Tied trapping, shit sent me to prison,
  Got mad and went to savage so homocide came to visit.
  I smell gun powder,
  So you got one hour to come up with every damn dollar,
  Or your dun-dolla.
  It cost a ball dogg,
  Especially when the players on your team,
  Consider you as the ball hog.
  You treat me like Shaq,
  And you Kobe but I didn't say you owe me nigga.

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  Maybach Musicshow lyrics

  Maybach Music

  What is this? (Maybach music)
  I like this Maybach music
  Sweeeeeeeeeeet!
  Ha-ha-ha!
  Come and take a ride
  Come and take a ride
  Billionaire
  Yayo
  JUSTICE LEAGUE
  57 years, yes!
  Blood for a D-Boy
  Hand my mack 11 to the engineer to record
  Got the baddest women in the world for me to feed on
  Double deck yacht, docked Boss, blowing weed up
  Revenue incredible, it put me on a pedestal
  Columbia to Mexico, I figure there was a better rule
  Look at me, a model now
  Models and bottles 'round
  A Blood holla', ballin'
  But the boys in blue, shot 'em down
  Gang-affiliated, colors prosecutors painted
  'Cause the niggas I employed, name synonymous with Mi-Yayo
  Instrumental that are mental, Maybach kind of mental
  400 off the lot, the block is monumental
  Some things money can't buy
  Like Heaven in the sky, even a better ride
  In the rear, so many instruments I hear
  Tucked behind curtain, no signs to fear (ROSS!)
  I'm higher than a leer / Aaliyah
  This Maybach music, designer shit I wear
  May cause you to lose it
  Close your eyes and inhale the smoke
  It's Maybach music, the realest shit I wrote, nigga!
  5 ounces, take a toke
  Of this Maybach music, the realest shit I wrote
  BOSS!
  YOUNG!
  F**k it then!
  Black Maybach, white seas, black piping
  Remind me of Paul McCartney and Mike fighting
  You know, The Girl Is Mine
  Life's A Bitch+, so The Whole World Is Mine
  The six-deuce long, the curtains are drawn
  Perfectly like a Picasso, Rembrandts and Rocco's
  I'm a major player, 40-40's in Vegas at the Palazzo
  They said it was not so
  Certain things that money can't buy
  Like being this fly
  'Til then, I'm just gonna' ride!
  I'm like G-Rap with better transportation
  On the road to the riches, reach my (Final Destination)
  And the lair, closer to a leer / Aaliyah
  Say a Prayer, hope I get ta' see her
  When I disappear from here - baby, yeah!
  But I don't see the ending through these millionaire lenses
  Just the Two M's on the emblem
  The partition roof, translucent and Humador
  Where refrigerators, where Ace of Spades - two I store!
  True story, my closet is like two stories
  Cut to the happy ending, 'cause I don't do stories
  Shawn Corey, real rap
  The Maybach is bananas, peel back!
  You feel that?
  YOUNG! C'mon!
  Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach
  8-track episodes, been doing this since way back
  Since way back, since way back
  8-track episodes, been doing this since way back!
  Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach
  8-track episodes, been doing this since way back
  Since way back, since way back
  8-track episodes, been doing this since way back!
  BOSS!
  Can't be stopped now
  We got too much cake
  They pinching pennies, while I'm muscling for meals
  And the muscle be that muzzle, when I stuff it in your grill
  Stuffed shells - thanks to crack, I crack
  Crab and lobsters, not all mobsters
  Imposters - got cha!
  Boy, I got an eagle view, slanted on my balcony
  Can only stay a week or two, so many people out for me
  I bulletproofed the Maybach
  Got a killer's intuition
  Holding on that mack 11, Makaveli premonition
  Waiting on my Suge Knight
  One nation under God, since I chose a thug's life
  Guess I gotta' play my part
  Never will I die, my name symbolize
  The hustle for young killers coming from the other side
  Some things your money can't buy
  Like Heaven in the sky, even a better ride
  I'm large, my black car
  Menagin' black broads, massage for frauds
  I'm livin' large, sellin' fat rocks
  In the Killin' Field of hip-hop
  Runnin' up on the car, you get popped, mopped and dropped!

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  Money Make Me Come

  This for the trill bitches
  Fuck a nigga, money make me cum
  Boss you better tell 'em
  I needs a real bitch 365
  Let her count the cheese let her see the pies
  Might say I'm foolish but we have a bond
  She make moves on my behalf when I had no bond
  All the death threats 'cuz I owe niggas
  She told me get rest those are hoe niggas
  That's a real bitch she had to show niggas
  'Cuz I was blind to the fact she was a hoe, nigga
  I'm countin dough, nigga she a double count
  Something come up short she'll point it out
  Niggas try to holla she'll will point it out
  She will catch a flight she will run a route
  We got grands in this bitch, girl come and get you some
  (Money make me cum, money, money make me cum
  Money make me cum, money, money make me cum
  Money make me cum, money, money make me cum)
  She a real bitch so she gotta stunt
  She get her weave done at least five times a month
  She don't call em purses, bitch call 'em bags
  I don't know the names I know they cost some stacks
  She deserve this she serves her purpose
  She saves her juice box till it look perfect
  Fuck the ? fuck with a astronaut
  I'm in the gulfstreams nuts in my ?
  I needs a real bitch, I needs a real bitch
  Ass like Trina and the brains is the business
  I needs a real bitch she get ya what ya need
  She get ya what ya want she'll even roll ya weed
  We got grands in this bitch, girl come and get you some
  (Money make me cum, money, money make me cum
  Money make me cum, money, money make me cum
  Money make me cum, money, money make me cum)
  I needs a real bitch 365
  Let her count the cheese can't believe her eyes
  Might say I'm foolish but we have a bond
  She make moves on my behalf when I had no bond
  Cop the big range let her move in it
  The condo round the corner with all the tools in it
  Take her two minutes she'll be there and back
  So when you see that pretty face you better lay ya flat
  We got grands in this bitch, girl come and get you some
  (Money make me cum, money, money make me cum
  Money make me cum, money, money make me cum
  Money make me cum, money, money make me cum)
  We got grands in this bitch, girl come and get you some
  (Money make me cum, money, money make me cum
  Money make me cum, money, money make me cum

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  Pots And Pansshow lyrics

  Pots And Pans

  This whudd I'm talkin' bout right here
  Ross
  Just make da shit work a while, my nigga
  Triple C's
  All I need is bakin soda, some pots and pans
  Lil' ice up what I can
  Chick at home sayin' I'm no good
  Fuck dat I'm gettin' outta hood
  All I need is bakin soda, some pots and pans
  Lil' ice up what I can
  Chick at home sayin' I'm no good
  Fuck dat I'm gettin' outta hood
  What started as a nickel rock
  Took 22 months, now I'm trynna git a block
  Fuck football I'm goin' down anotha path
  Couldn't pass Da test, To tell da truth
  I couldn't fuck with math
  I did git a shcolaship, but I blew dat
  Got high, got a ticket and I flew back
  To da hell zone, most straps stand 20 shell toes
  Git life on ya cell phone
  Quarta ki box of soda, Ross whip dat
  Career criminal fo' sho', Ross with dat
  Had to pull my pants up
  Boi git 'em brands up
  Daddy got some cancer, I neva had da chance ta
  Tell him all my plans ta, let em' fuck a danca
  Smokin' weed in Amsta-Dam, with his grandson (Damn)
  Why he passed on me (On me)
  My last hommie (Hommie)
  I went and bought a bird (Fuck)
  I want some cash hommie
  All I need is bakin soda, some pots and pans
  Lil' ice up what I can
  Chick at home sayin' I'm no good
  Fuck dat I'm gettin' outta hood
  All I need is bakin soda, some pots and pans
  Lil' ice up what I can
  Chick at home sayin' I'm no good
  Fuck dat I'm gettin' outta hood
  I neva wrote a nigga coat tail
  Made her took a dope sell
  Fuck it nigga, o wells
  Smokin' on dat classified
  Rollin' in dat Lac' of mine
  Know my mind stay numb to da world half da time
  Thinkin' bout Land Rover, damn near was fucked up
  Found him in da trunk with anotha dude, fucked up
  Da world fucked up, dat's why I'm fucked up
  Don't git fucked up, fuck with me - you fucked up
  Bitch I'ma ride (Ride), bitch I'ma die (Die)
  When I holla 3-0-5, bitch - dat's on my life
  Got a 40 in da car, a choppa in da crib
  The grenades down da street, you gotta git it how you live (Triple C's)
  I know niggas turn 1 into 2 and they do what they do
  And boi 'em thangs move
  Fishscale git da big mail
  In da room full of work
  In case they came when they inhale
  All I need is bakin soda, some pots and pans
  Lil' ice up what I can
  Chick at home sayin' I'm no good
  Fuck dat I'm gettin' outta hood
  All I need is bakin soda, some pots and pans
  Lil' ice up what I can
  Chick at home sayin' I'm no good
  Fuck dat I'm gettin' outta hood
  It's time fo' me to cash in, laughin'
  Like Martin in Aston, Martin
  When I park it, I can see ya bitch heart-beat
  So roll out da red carpet, roll up da purple shit
  Black navigator flew
  Gotta shut ya fuckin' mouth, don't ever take da smooth
  Thinkin' of a greata way, to build a greata flow
  I hope she got some great head, dat's how I grade a ho'
  White Beamer in da hood shinin' like a star
  Look this half a ki go to da club and I'ma buy da bar
  Do it twice a week fuckin' bitches on da otha nites
  Promise E-class we'll neva miss anotha fight
  Hundred in da bag 5 birds I'ma grab
  Turn em' into 8, keep me a clean half
  Bakin soda in da work works wonderful
  You see ya dreams come true cuz I'm da Truth
  All I need is bakin soda, some pots and pans
  Lil' ice up what I can
  Chick at home sayin' I'm no good
  Fuck dat I'm gettin' outta hood
  All I need is bakin soda, some pots and pans
  Lil' ice up what I can
  Chick at home sayin' I'm no good
  Fuck dat I'm gettin' outta hood

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  Prayershow lyrics

  Prayer

  "Psalm 27, Lord is my light and my salvation"
  Whom I shall fear? 'Cuz I have sinned
  The Lord is the strength of my life
  Whom shall I be afraid?
  And before I wrap up this 'Port Of Miami'
  There's a lot of my brothers and sisters
  They stumble and fell
  That wasn't here to watch this come to pass
  Since I can't do shit else, I'ma say a prayer
  This was 12 years in the makin', no side deals wit Satan
  I'm dealin' wit the Maker, straight up
  A lot of homies ask, what's a prayer?
  A prayer is what kept me focused 12 years
  A prayer is what saved me, I should have been indited
  Now my kids know Jay-Z
  A prayer is what kept me here when them bullets cut the air
  I fell and I just said a prayer
  A prayer is like medicine
  It will heal wounds, ask Bush Veterans
  Big holes in a nigga's side
  Snub nose, 45, homeboy, just close your eyes
  Put your hands together, bow your head
  1, keep me alive, 2, keep me out the Feds
  3, gotta bless the kids, 4, one for the fam'
  5, for the dividends, dear Lord, here I am
  So I repent my sins, forgive me
  1, the grapes on the plate, 2, the tags on their feet
  3, the nights Mama cried, 4, I'm thuggin' wit the fam'
  5, for the dividends, dear Lord, here I am
  I swear to God, I've done some things in the past
  If I could, please Lord, I'll help you bring 'em back
  I feel pain, man 'cuz I can't speak on it
  That's why I get so many songs, I can't sleep homie
  Tattoos for forgiveness
  I might not get it but forgive me
  I'm here and I'm fightin' like a motherfucker
  Triple C excited like a motherfucker
  Say a prayer, put the weed in the air
  Thank God once again for makin' me a millionaire
  I thank God for makin' me a millionaire
  Put your hands together, bow your head
  1, keep me alive, 2, keep me out the Feds
  3, gotta bless the kids, 4, one for the fam'
  5, for the dividends, dear Lord, here I am
  So I repent my sins, forgive me
  1, the grapes on the plate, 2, the tags on their feet
  3, the nights Mama cried, 4, I'm thuggin' wit the fam'
  5, for the dividends, dear Lord, here I am
  I used to get stacks off the hoe zone
  Now I'm back to back covers for the ozone
  [Incomprehensible] the magazine, Billboard goin' strong
  Rollin' in a Phantom wit mother mother Rolling Stones
  You stuck wit me through thick and thin
  Sittin' back, got your mama sittin' in a Benz
  Make you damn near wanna cry
  Low '95, stack money like homicide
  Bloodshed after midnight
  It's just me and this weed tryin' to get right
  It's bloodshed after midnight
  It's just Ross and his kush tryin' to get right
  Put your hands together, bow your head
  1, keep me alive, 2, keep me out the Feds
  3, gotta bless the kids, 4, one for the fam'
  5, for the dividends, dear Lord, here I am
  So I repent my sins, forgive me
  1, the grapes on the plate, 2, the tags on their feet
  3, the nights Mama cried, 4, I'm thuggin' wit the fam'
  5, for the dividends, dear Lord, here I am

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  Push Itshow lyrics

  Push It

  Ross
  (push it to the limit)
  Port of miami (uhhh)
  Importing the candy (uhhh)
  Aint got nothign to lose (nah)
  I'm just supporting my family
  (push it to the limit)
  Never traffic for fun (fun)
  Only traffic for funds (funds)
  All i seen is the sruggle (struggle)
  Its like im trapped in this slum
  (push it to the limit)
  Niggas were badly paid
  No water we barely bathed
  Better be better days on the way
  Thats on my daddy grave
  (push it to the limit)
  Im pushing the hard (hard)
  Im pushing the soft (south)
  If he pushin the white (lie)
  He pushin for ross (ross)
  I waited and waited (waited)
  I dun ran outta patience (patience)
  They hated and hated
  Left em slow dancing with satin
  (push it to the limit)
  Fresh in my white tee
  Mac eleven sware to god
  I bought my first block
  Broke it down and tore the block apart
  (push it to the limit)
  I push and i push (push)
  I ride and i ride (ride)
  Tryna survive on 95
  (push it to the limit)
  Put it all on the line (line)
  At the drop of a dime (dime)
  I be pushin them whips (whips)
  Yes, three at a time
  (push it to the limit)
  Im pushin it (push)
  Im pushin it (push)
  Im pushin it (push)
  I gotta (push it to the limit)
  Im pushin it (push)
  Im pushin it (push)
  Im pushin it (push)
  I gotta (push it to the limit)
  I handle dope like a vandle off the banana boat
  Bananas and the rifles
  No cameras im just a man alone
  (push it to the limit)
  I paid dues my moves done made news
  Im smooth my suede shoes
  They new like ray-cial's
  (push it to the limit)
  Nobody used to speak (speak)
  Now everybody wave (wave)
  You dunk your mamma house (house)
  You set your sister straight (straight)
  (push it to the limit)
  Im building a dream (dream)
  With elevators in it
  Tell who made the linen
  No gators got on my hater vision
  (push it to the limit)
  I see ya, i see ya suckas (suckas)
  I see ya clear (clear)
  I know you see me in that phantom
  Whiter then vaneers
  (push it to the limit)
  Allergic to broke (broke)
  Determined to blow (blow)
  On the boat we hit the work n detergent and soap (uhhh)
  (push it to the limit)
  We ship em from haiti
  They be whipping em daily
  Let it dry let it dry time to whip a mercedes
  (push it to the limit)
  Im changin my range (ross)
  Here to rain you parade (parade)
  You gotta push it to the limit
  If you wanna be paid
  We started minute
  The money matured
  My money secured
  I got moneys in europe
  (push it to the limit)
  My bundles be pure
  Cost like a hundred a pour
  The world is yours
  Hundred million and more
  (push it to the limit)
  Now i run the streets (ross)
  They all mine (ross)
  Twleve years over due
  Call it due time
  (push it to the limit)
  I told you never roll on the soul of a soldier (uhhh)
  You never know that dishwasher may be a beholder
  (push it to the limit)
  Who ever thought that fat girl would grow into Opra (uhhh)
  Or that boy Rick Ross will be moldin the culture
  (push it to the limit)
  I push and i push (push)
  We breakin the mold (mold)
  We push and we push (push)

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  Yacht Clubshow lyrics

  Yacht Club

  he not bigga den biggy bitch im bigger than you just a boat a mi casa like you a milli or 2 gotta kick off your shoes okay lets take a cruise heres my captain now relax, let him do waht he do, okay
  who rollin spinach cuz im reallin the anchor smoke up up an acre a grass wake up in jamaica, couple nautical nas, i call my cubanos ta cop, puerto rico for women, hit barbedos ta shop, livin larger than life
  call this the yacht club, before ya join us bitch ya gotta get your stocks up. shes walkin back and forth, shes just itchen ta fuck, then i heard her wisper, travel the seven seas, there is no better breaze
  if he indulgen jelousy his ass better breathe man overboard cuz hes goin overboard, damn its over for him put that on my vocal cord. JAMAICANS........ Kill all the middle men im the millatin gilligans
  speakin creo and gentle men as i cruise the caribean, o lord im a star down in saint barths the fat tommy lee i made out with like 8 broads but up in costa rica, i get the most of features, she no speakay
  no englay, maybe fat joe could teach her, smokin barrels of reefer, only the yacht club, before ya join us bitch ya gotta get your stocks up, travel the seven seas, there is no better breeze when we started
  sellin keys thats just how we thought it would be, no one agrees with me, but thats just how it goes im the greeta genious no reference to the ugly clothes, i still hustle for dope, but no more me scuffin my
  soles, make the presentation and trust me the customer sold, im crusin in the gulf, i think your so deaf, janet was in control, because the hoe left,JAMAICANS.........
  my dick a big stretch and quick ta tell a bitch fetch, tell you ta kiss her ass, after you bought the bitch breast, her head above average, my head above water, but now you could see my balace,
  right off the coast of florida, im in ta fine fish with a slight lime twist, veggies on the side of course, kush appetizez , let your mercedes chill, roll wit a navy seal, this the yacht club,
  wanna trust me your lady will, still spillen champaign, or is it merlow, fuck it its fine wine, my bitch a vergo, i dont do the signs unless a dollars on em, im da boss a da boat, cashmeire collar on em,

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  I'm Badshow lyrics

  I'm Bad

  I'm bad (I'm bad!), I'm back (I'm back!)
  I'm mad (I'm mad!), I'm strapped (I'm strapped!)
  Nigga what you want - Nigga who ya with?
  Came with my doggs - Leavin' with a bitch!
  I'm bad (I'm bad!), I'm back (I'm back!)
  I'm mad (I'm mad!), I'm strapped (I'm strapped!)
  Nigga what you want - Nigga who ya with?
  Came with my doggs - Leavin' with a bitch!
  Ain't no limit to the shit I start
  Automatic start on dat big white car
  Pearl paint job, nigga you can't rob
  Fo' chains and a watch, pocket full of knots!
  Spots! I'mma git my stacks
  This crack comin' back like dat income tax
  Told ya once he told ya twice
  You need mo' then a knife, you wanna rock dat ice
  I'm bad, magazines up da ass
  Stolen yello' cab come squeeze on ya ass
  He a flash, all black mask
  Rappin' ass nigga talkin' all dat jazz
  Ride up on him show, him how we get down
  100 rounds in this clown butt naked and he pound
  Tell da truth - dat nigga be rippin', ain't it man?
  Just got a Chevy and I got my shit painted man
  I'm bad (I'm bad!), I'm back (I'm back!)
  I'm mad (I'm mad!), I'm strapped (I'm strapped!)
  Nigga what you want - Nigga who ya with?
  Came with my doggs - Leavin' with a bitch!
  I'm bad (I'm bad!), I'm back (I'm back!)
  I'm mad (I'm mad!), I'm strapped (I'm strapped!)
  Nigga what you want - Nigga who ya with?
  Came with my doggs - Leavin' with a bitch!
  Used to be on da corna, on marijuana
  Now it's marijuana - from California
  Big buds, bitches with big butts
  Big BMW's home of da dick sucks
  My Bob Marley is bumpin' like - Bitch Whudd?
  My money bumper to bumper now bitch whudd
  I'm bad, I'm back! - I'm mad, I'm strapped!
  Nigga what you want - Nigga who ya with?
  Came with my doggs - Leavin' with a bitch!
  I don't see no nigga when I'm on da grind
  All I see is ho' niggas when I'm on da grind
  .45 no nigga, know I'm holdin' mine
  I'mma knock his ass down if it's own his mind
  Tell da truth - dat nigga be rippin', ain't it man?
  Just got a Benz and I got my shit painted man!
  I'm bad (I'm bad!), I'm back (I'm back!)
  I'm mad (I'm mad!), I'm strapped (I'm strapped!)
  Nigga what you want - Nigga who ya with?
  Came with my doggs - Leavin' with a bitch!
  I'm bad (I'm bad!), I'm back (I'm back!)
  I'm mad (I'm mad!), I'm strapped (I'm strapped!)
  Nigga what you want - Nigga who ya with?
  Came with my doggs - Leavin' with a bitch!
  B - fo' da Bullets in niggas who gotta die
  A - fo' da Addicts and junkies who gittin' high
  D - fo' da Dope distributed at da dock
  Still on da block, clock no socks
  B - fo' da Bass, bitch I gotta boom
  A - fo' da Ass, in my hotel room
  D - fo' da Dick, dick dat I slang
  Since money talk, I'm addicted to my slang
  B - fo' da Bang
  A - fo' da K
  D - Ditch da car fo' da smooth get away
  I'm bad, I poke ya ass in da nose
  With a cold .44, now he cold on da flo'
  Layin' on his back, like he posed fo' a ho'
  When ya actin' like a bitch, gotta go gotta go!
  Tell da truth - dat nigga be rippin', ain't it man?
  Just got a Hummer and I got my shit painted man!
  I'm bad (I'm bad!), I'm back (I'm back!)
  I'm mad (I'm mad!), I'm strapped (I'm strapped!)
  Nigga what you want - Nigga who ya with?
  Came with my doggs - Leavin' with a bitch!
  I'm bad (I'm bad!), I'm back (I'm back!)
  I'm mad (I'm mad!), I'm strapped (I'm strapped!)
  Nigga what you want - Nigga who ya with?

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  I'm Only Humanshow lyrics

  I'm Only Human

  Lord knows I ain't perfect
  I'm only human
  I'm only human
  I'm a man, I make mistakes
  I'mmaa make-I'mma make-I'mma make mistakes
  (Rodney, I love you, homie!)
  I'm only human
  (Appreciate it, dog!)
  I'm a man, I make mistakes
  I'mma make my mistakes
  12 years old and you dealin' crack
  Your momma only 26 - how she deal with that?
  Got a deadbeat dad, but he far from dead
  He never knew chocolate milk make you fart real bad (Naw!)
  One thing that I wish I could change
  Just to see my daddy wavin' at a football game
  Just to see my daddy standin' when they say my name
  Walk me to the locker room and say, "Son, good game!" (For real!)
  You make a tackle, but nobody there to clap
  So I'm writing down my feelings, never knew it was a rap
  Our house burnt down, we livin' in motels
  So no matters how it sound, let me give you the whole tale!
  Goddamn! Now the tears won't stop!
  Momma held down three jobs, can she live on top?
  Never flew on a plane 'til my LP drop
  So I told her once week that her ears are gonna' pop!
  (ROSS!)
  Oh, yeahhh!
  I'm only human
  I'm a man, I make mistakes
  I'mma make-I'mma make-I'mma make mistakes
  I'm only human
  I'm a man, I make mistakes
  I'mma make my mistakes
  Wake up Sunday morning, wanna see my son
  He already wanna see his sister, he ain't seen in months
  I know it's about the dollars, so I'm steamin' blunts
  At the custody hearing and I'm clean as fuck! (BOSS!)
  I ain't mad at cha girl, do your thing!
  Last night I hit the club and I threw that change! (Yeah!)
  I'mma write you off, unemployed to a Boss!
  Another young broad, I'll run in there raw!
  Raw, raw - oh yes I am!
  Chevy on ground, call it Mex-I-Can
  I run D.C. like Leo G
  In A-T-L, I keep a bird in the P-O-T
  M-I-A! I'm The Mayor on my J-O-B
  You OD'd, O-Z's on the C-O-D
  Bink in VA, drinking V8
  Squeek-kays got me ready to sneak the DA!
  Oh, yeahhh!
  I'm only human
  I'm a man, I make mistakes
  I'mma make-I'mma make-I'mma make mistakes
  I'm only human
  I'm a man, I make mistakes
  I'mma make my mistakes
  I know I'm not perfect (For real!)
  But I perfected, what I had to work with
  Trunk full of sack, saying my prayers
  Let me cut the music down so The Lord can hear!
  Psalm 27, ink tatted in my arm
  Made me think back, when I was baggin' up a bong
  Young D-Boys always bragging about the run
  I was on my third Rolley - now, I guess we're the bomb!
  Now it's deep cuts in the club for the watch
  Might let two dimes just fuck while I'll watch!
  I'm a Delano, it's Tony Soprano
  I fuck with Chicanos
  They get it, G - I know!
  Oh, yeahhh!
  I'm only human
  I'm a man, I make mistakes
  I'mma make-I'mma make-I'mma make mistakes
  I'm only human
  I'm a man, I make mistakes
  I'mma make my mistakes
  I'm only human
  I'm a man, I make mistakes
  I'mma make-I'mma make-I'mma make mistakes
  I'm only human
  I'm a man, I make mistakes

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  I Swear To Godshow lyrics

  I Swear To God

  [Intro]
  Watch the real niggas celebrate
  All the real niggas selling weight
  Watch the real niggas celebrate
  [Hook]
  I swear to God, that's on my kids
  Every day that I'm alive, I gotta live
  For every gangster ever died or did a bid
  Where I'm from, when niggas ride, they kill it quick
  Flipping bricks, counting money — so repetitious
  Highly decorated gangster, so keep a distance
  Swear to God, that's on my kids, better mind your business
  Five grand'll get you killed, what's a life sentence?
  Life sentence, huh!
  [Verse 1]
  I'm paranoid cause I'm in the Porsche
  In the projects, sitting on a brick of boy
  I swear to God, this dick could change your life
  So grab your bags, it's time to catch a flight
  I levitate on all these pussy niggas
  I never hate on all these pussy niggas
  My tax bracket on some other shit
  I could put you on that mothership
  [Hook]
  [Verse 2]
  Start winning, niggas wanna whisper in the dark
  Spray the driver's side window when the Lincoln park
  I think these niggas out here reading lips
  Salty, we the only niggas eating chips
  Gotta separate from all these pussy niggas
  You could never hesitate and you's a pussy, nigga
  We started off dead broke
  Now I got forty million in a fucking yoke
  I got four million in my boat
  All jokes aside, a few million in my ho
  Double M, know the G's, nigga
  On Colombia, sipping mojitos with leaves, nigga
  [Hook]
  [Verse 3]
  Rose-gold Jesus, rose-gold watch
  All-black Ghost, all-black Glock
  Three new flows, that's off top
  All white squares, the city on lock
  I swear to God, I need a hundred m's
  Til the day I die, I plan to represent
  Hold your heads high, we had a nice run
  Let the bankers know we have just begun
  I broke the mold; my total assets
  Will get you assholes left in the past tense
  I broke the mold in every aspect
  I'll get you assholes left in the past tense

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  I Love My Bitchesshow lyrics

  I Love My Bitches

  [Verse 1]
  A month ago, I gave a chick a hundred stacks
  Straight to Neiman Marcus, young bitch had a heart attack
  Ohhh man, I love my bitches
  Bottles, Beamers, brand New Benz's
  Barbies, ballerina's and Britney's
  Barbra Streisand edition Bentleys
  Bricks, big face hundreds in bundles
  Boy, I'm a boss, I rose from the jungles
  God forgives and these killers won't
  In a room full of heathens, good niggas die alone
  Better start taking notes as I'm taking tokes
  The hood wanna see you die and they taking votes
  My vision always mentioned coke
  My women never sit in coach
  Ohh man, I love my bitches
  Tongue kissin' a dark skinneded vixen
  50, 60 racks, I might go blow a 100 though
  Jet owner, G5, where you wanna go?
  F-ck your ex's baby, really, that's your past?
  Load up your carry-on's and all of this is cash
  [Hook x2]
  Ohh man, I love my bitches
  Ohh man, I love my bitches
  Ohh man, I love my bitches
  East coast to West coast, all my bitches
  Tryna' bring you into my world, baby
  Just stand there, You the canvas, I'mma paint the picture
  You never met another nigga, you know, fuck it, take it
  [Verse 2]
  Am I really just a narcissist
  Cause I wake up to a bowl of Lobster bisque?
  And I wake up on some mobbin' shit
  With a great view and half my niggas swappin' bricks
  It's just a way of life
  For the king of diamonds, so I gotta stay the night
  50 cash in the Louis for the chicken wings
  Started in a neighborhood and now we on to bigger things
  Large clique of my constituents
  Combination to the safe, straight to the Benjamins
  Living life to the fullest was the emphasis

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  John Doeshow lyrics

  John Doe

  Ugh, there he go, that's John Doe
  There he go, that's John Doe
  There he go, that's John Doe
  Balling on you bitches like I'm Rondo
  [Chorus]
  24's, John Doe
  All gold, John Doe
  Them boys dealing blow, they John Doe
  Night work for the load, that's John Doe
  I'm still balling like I'm Bo Diddley
  Ugh I'm still balling like I'm Bo Diddley
  Ugh I parked the Caddy in the living room
  Just parked the Caddy in the living room
  [Verse 1]
  I brought a Benz and it's paid for
  I brought a bitch that bitch paid for
  I brought a stick and its made for
  Welfare, yeah stick it in ya a-hole
  Aye ho you know I got that A-1
  Yayo and I'm quick to slang one
  Jumping niggas like a chess piece
  Spend a couple hundred dollars on my chest piece
  Outta town niggas we call 'em fresh meat
  He say he nettin me boy you must refresh me
  Better miss me with the convo
  Wanna know my name bitch, John Doe
  [Chorus]
  [Verse 2]
  I got a bitch who has a habit
  Spending stacks on nice fabrics
  That head great, that pussy lavish
  I'm peeling collie greens that 30 carrots
  Reporting live from my Rolls Royce
  I'm ready to die and put that on my old boy
  Count 1.5 I holla "Oh Lord"
  When I'm on the jet know them choppers on board
  Rims taller than a bulldozer
  Everybody tucking pistols when we pulled over
  Fresh up out the fest, salute my nigga Fanzo
  Yea they asked my name but he told 'em John Doe

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  It Ain't A Problemshow lyrics

  It Ain't A Problem

  It ain't a problem 'til I say it is
  Handle my problem, that's the way it is
  Always talkin like a bitch but that's the way he is
  After the ride, nobody'll know where he is - Triple C!
  When you serve a cat a couple of times
  Knowin he serve in a couple of towns
  Polaco, Pensacola, down to Duval
  It put you in the midn of a pimp like Too $hort
  Classy nigga walkin 'round with stacks
  But I'm gettin word that he talkin behind my back
  Now is the time to listen, you gotta pay attention
  He may pay a henchman, put him up on where you livin
  Tell him all your cars, makes and models
  Tell him how you on steaks and bottles
  Opium Sunday, Oxygen Tuesday
  How you go to the boxing gym tryin to lose weight
  He done told a nigga all your routes
  And now you got a lowlife tryin to figure you out
  Catch you in the driveway, trigger you out
  That's what killers about, that's what niggaz allow remember
  Nigga please! You ain't a cap peeler
  Save that for your bathroom mirror
  No platoon dealer; you niggaz baboons
  Half gorilla, a camp of scrillers
  Triple C stamp the trillest
  I got B's I'ma spend it, I don't care what the bill is
  Them hoes stay at the billets
  And when they ask what year I tell 'em two thousand two million
  A rider without a motor, you got it right I'm a solider
  Long as it's loaded I'ma tote it
  I told ya - flow so cold, below frozen
  like ice water over the Pro Tools
  But that's old news, update the topic
  What makes the prophet cut cake in projects
  I'ma show him how cupcake his squad is
  Duct tape embalmers for makin them comments
  Nigga I'm fresh out
  Beef it really ain't a problem, one call, half of your boys X'd out
  Jail ain't rehabilitate shit!
  Killers and dealers all I affiliate with
  Retaliate and I squeeze mags, you hit you went stiff
  and we ain't playin freeze tag, you better dip
  Chop soundin like a speed bag, that's it, set a date money I'm hungry
  So I'm robbin moms for that wake money
  It's Torch, you get a bomb from me - you wan' play?
  I survived more athletes than Barry Bonds trainin
  Name 'em - ain't a problem 'til I say it is
  Miss a payment I'll be waitin there, takin all your favorite shit
  Earrings, rings, watches, bracelets
  Chains and the flat screen, shawty that 'llac mean
  Meanin it's comin too, nigga what you wanna do?
  I send G to kill you, lay your daddy down in front of you nigga
  Y'all niggaz know who this is
  Nigga this is the homey nigga
  Y'all niggaz don't want no problems nigga
  Y'all niggaz see us in the club
  Y'all be havin y'all gorillas nigga
  But y'all niggaz already know nigga

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  Ice Coldshow lyrics

  Ice Cold

  She fell in love with a dope boy
  Black diamonds on the neck of that dope boy
  Big by the Benz for that dope boy
  Love every tattoo on that dope boy
  She shares tears for that dope boy
  Shit, it is what it is for that dope boy
  Handle minor biz for that dope boy
  But the reward is major, so on and so forth
  She can tell you by the greyhound
  She can show you how to stay down
  I can tell you 'bout to break down
  VS1's all in my bitch, watch face now?
  Straight G's for your low esteem
  8 P's for the whole team
  As I run away from my obituary
  Walking in the shit, that'll get you buried
  Miami's mine like I'm Pat Riley
  Baselines shoot at niggas, act wisely
  Get the picture, niggas getting richer now
  Living next to bitches, out on Fisher Isle
  Down from Oprah, Don King, and Sosa
  Come to the coca, cllate la boca
  They let shit slide when my nigga won't
  Remember God forgives and them triggers don't
  Aw baby this is how it goes
  Can't feel it but I know you know
  Cause I keep it on the outside
  And I keep it on the outside
  And I'm reapin' just what I sew
  My heart's beating but it still stay froze
  And y'all waiting on the inside for me girl
  And y'all waiting on the inside, arms wide open
  Arms wide open
  She fell in love with the lifestyle
  Paper tag now her neck all iced out
  Lear jets to the fights now
  Belagio crap table with the dice out
  Floor seats at the Heat game
  Her bag 20 grand, nigga, peep game
  South beach making love on the rooftop
  Fucking to the rhythm, got her singing like she Jill Scott
  I'm just a nigga with a attitude
  Earning revenue through different avenues
  One of my soldiers died in Attica
  Anything other than a ride is out of character
  Top down and it feels right
  I could tell you what a dope boy feels like
  I could tell you that he never sleeps
  He may smile but it's never sweet
  Swisha burning at his fingertips
  Tears on the inside but they never drip
  God forgives and the courts don't

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  I'm Not A Starshow lyrics

  I'm Not A Star

  maybach music
  i'm not a star, somebody lied, i got a pistol in the car, a 45
  if i'd die today, remember me like john lennon
  bury the louis, i'm talkin all brown linen
  make all of my bitches tattoo my logo on they titty
  put a statue of a nigga in the middle of the city
  load up the choppers like it's december thirty first
  roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts
  told em my partnah and help them faggots give em thirty
  i told em i got it, therefore i gotta do ya dirty
  back on my benz, been in these bitches 830
  scoot me a dime, now man get off at 1030
  goin on 12, go home and tell that man i'm lyin'
  i got a bake sale, bitches stunnin for the pie
  9 for the slice, dummy that's a dan marino
  talkin quarterbacks mean ya talkin quarter kilos
  niggas feel my pain, i aint even gotta say it
  where i come from if they be hopin thatcha payin
  how i can save when all my niggas in the can
  and by my brothers people, motherfucker take my hand
  pull up to the club i got a kilo in the car
  black card for the niggas spending c-notes at the bar
  i'm not a star (x4)
  all black lamborghini, smokin on the sticky
  got a couple dollars, now this nigga think he ricky
  pull up to the club i got a kilo in the car
  black card for the niggas spending c-notes at the bar
  i'm not a star (x4)
  i'm not a star, somebody lied, i spent a milly on the car
  it come alive, never feed it after dark, gotta treat it like gremlin
  it's a multi-million dollar motherfucker in it
  and i'm quick to blow a milli in a minute
  i know them people wanna stick me with the senates
  i'm a player catchin bitches like i'm TO
  trunk full of work, yea this nigga think he neno
  three dice yea, grab a nigga for a kilo
  pink ring a hundred grand but keep that on the d-low
  diddy negotiates and the paperwork the TO
  my niggas never sing if i need em i go to neo
  fuck a famous bitch then i treat her just like a ski-oh
  not even worth a shower, just grab me a stick of deo
  monday for monages and tuesday i get a trio
  and the bitch that get a gift on the scriff, she was a PO
  pull up to the club i got a kilo in the car
  black card for the niggas spending c-notes at the bar

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  Last Breathshow lyrics

  Last Breath

  [Intro - Rick Ross]
  Nigga, long as you livin' how you wanna live
  Niggas gon' talk about you
  And that's completely fine with me (Believe that, nigga)
  Niggas only salute niggas that's dead, and niggas in prison (Living legends)
  I wanna ball though
  [Hook - Rick Ross]
  I'm ballin' til my very last breath
  I'm ballin' til my very last breath
  Just bought me a yacht, Waikiki or not
  Still sippin' that syrup, might front you a block
  I'm ballin' til my very last breath
  I'm ballin' til my very last breath
  Just bought me a Benz, just bought me a Rolls
  I pay for that pussy, I go shopping for hoes
  [Verse 1 - Rick Ross]
  I got a house on my neck, my Panamera my pet
  We bought ringside seats, and got a brick I can pet
  Money, power respect, I took your bitch with finesse
  Chickens jumping like checkers, but this game is chess
  What's at stake is your freedom, niggas paying the price
  When the judge drop the mallet, all he said was life
  Nigga damn near fainted, barely stare at your wife
  Brother took all your clothes, whip, sneakers, and ice
  Got me holding my nuts, while I'm rolling the dice
  760 new Beamer, got me rolling in white
  Very few that you trust, better keep in your sight
  Thinking I'm doing wrong, when these niggas ain't right
  [Hook]
  [Verse 2 - Meek Mill]
  ????? then bought me a Rolls
  When I pulled up on niggas, I swear they thought I was old
  All my mixtapes platinum, niggas thought I was gold
  I heard them suckas was hatin', I'm fucking all that they own
  So I don't blame 'em, no I don't knock 'em
  But if they play my dogs, we slay 'em, I'm talkin' pop 'em
  Once I'm ????, they talkin' bout us
  Acting like bitches 'til we spray 'em, ?????
  I'm ballin' till my very last breath
  I hustle like I'm on my last check
  And I ain't even in my bed yet
  I wake up in the morning, where the cash at
  [Hook]
  [Verse 3 - Rick Ross]
  All I see is this money, never hate with your niggas
  Better pray to your maker, before you war with the sinner
  Ask forgiveness for mine, so I know that I'm good
  All them niggas we robbed, trips T man took
  Talkin' ???? pimpin, niggas Chevy was lemon
  Nigga dressing in linen, bases loaded first inning
  Taking over the checks, relocating the tenants
  Pulling open your vest, motivation is spinach
  I gotta handle my business, I pay my mortgages first
  When you cross a super-soaker I bet your water get burst
  Ain't no love on this side, just jealous niggas who ride
  Until the day that you die, just hold your head to the sky
  [Verse 4 - Birdman]
  Ballin' till my last breath
  Uptown, flashy life with my Smith & Wess
  Hallways, choppa boys everyday
  Spend your bank full of hundred B's in your face
  My lil nephew was a born killa
  Real nigga on the field, killa kill nigga
  'Til I showed him how to cook a bird
  Killa nigga nigga only if I finna work
  Matches up in every town
  Puttin' it down, hold it down for my fuckin' rounds
  All day gunplay, everyday rocked out nigga in every way

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  King Of Diamondsshow lyrics

  King Of Diamonds

  [Intro]
  Somebody call the Brinks truck
  The boss back, somebody call the Brinks truck
  [Verse 1]
  I got the baddest bitches waiting on a nigga
  I got these pussy niggas hating on a nigga
  Since they wanna talk, I went and bought another chain
  Forty cars, I gotta put em in my momma name
  Heli-pad on my crib, my money outta here
  Love my daughter to death, ten karats in her ear
  Heavy ammunition for you fuck boys
  Heavy ammunition for you fuck boys
  I'm getting paid, I put that on my daddy grave
  Got two hundred thousand in my Chevrolet
  I'm the king of diamonds, my chain still speaking Ebonics
  If she selling that pussy, bring it to baby, I got it
  Pop a chicken in that grease and make one into two
  All these rides in my yard, my shit a carnival
  I got a club, here or 'ye
  So show me love, it's only Rozay
  [Hook]
  Rozay
  [Verse 2]
  You gotta separate yourself from fuck boys
  Can't even drop your diamond dish, your ass so paranoid
  I'm floating in my shit like I'm in a parade
  Ho, you better take notice — I spent ten on the paint
  Waving at these bitches, and I know these niggas ho-ish
  Take your bitch to get limit, pop her in a new Lotus
  I'm so rich, I mean I'm so rich
  If it's less than ten stacks, to me it's ho shit
  It's time to step your game up
  Gotta run your credit just to bring my name up
  Twenty million, nigga — look in my face
  It's only one Rozay
  [Hook]
  [Outro]

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  Keys To The Cribshow lyrics

  Keys To The Crib

  [Hook: Rick Ross]
  I got them ki’s in the crib
  You wouldn’t find them if you had the keys to the crib
  Them niggas cheesing, it’s real
  It ain’t cheese if it’s less than a mil’
  I think I’m losing my religion
  Praying on these niggas, wrap a kilo in a ribbon
  Live every day like it’s my last
  My only trending topic is the cash
  [Verse 1: Rick Ross]
  I see no nigga in these clear Gazelles
  Bitch-ass nigga, better get some mail
  I’m riding in a 6 like this bitch for sale
  That boy Meek Mill squeeze clips for real
  See me in the street, rose-gold everything
  Moving like hoes got me plotting on your team
  Learning your whereabouts, burners to air ‘em out
  Bitches a motion picture, I’m picturing Paramount
  Riding in the Lotus, Teflon Don
  With an ambitious bitch, lotus flower bomb
  Wale on burn, young nigga’s doing numbers
  Double M G got it the next ten summers
  I’m trying to do it big forever
  Keys to the crib, and I’m with whatever
  Ki’s to the crib, nigga, bricks wherever
  Hundred mil’ plus til we rich forever
  [Hook]
  [Verse 2: Rick Ross]
  I see no nigga in these red Gazelles
  All I see is women with these massive tails
  All I see is young’uns with this trash to sell
  They got some CO’s that get you hash in jail
  Little dope, little coke, talking cash for real
  Funeral’s never cool, nigga, pass the steel
  I’m a guru in the kitchen, whipping mass appeal
  Boobie got a life sentence on his last appeal
  That’s one of few names that’ll last for real
  Got me drinking from the bottom, no glasses filled
  Always purple in the cup, nigga, pass the pills
  I’m the first one here to fuck, snatch your ass for real
  Keys to the crib, boys, keys to the V
  If you at the table, then you eat what I eat
  Breathe what I breathe, drink what I drink
  Smoke what I smoke and we still mink for mink
  [Hook]
  [Verse 3: Styles P]
  Ki’s in the crib, you want keys to the crib
  I got work from Argentina and Belize in the crib
  Homie holding a nina, could sneeze him a brick
  Knee-deep in the cocaine, trees in the six
  Biggie on the stereo, seven-digit flips
  This is the scenario — something go wrong, it’s a burial
  Hit the hood, watch it go around like a merry-go
  White seats, new M5, all cherry though
  Heard you at Aces, Courvoisier, toasting the niggas that beat cases
  Knowing your connect on a name-to-name basis
  Eating with your fam on a day-to-day basis
  Weight shit, get the big house and the spaceship
  Team of lawyer niggas
  That’ll fucking boil niggas for a chain or a bracelet
  Nigga, you know I’m living fly
  For the love of the game, I put a ribbon on the pie

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  Keys To The Club

  I got them ki's in the crib
  You wouldn't find them if you had the keys to the crib
  Them niggas cheesing, it's real
  It ain't cheese if it's less than a mil'
  I think I'm losing my religion
  Praying on these niggas, wrap a kilo in a ribbon
  Live every day like it's my last
  My only trending topic is the cash
  I see no nigga in these clear Gazelles
  Bitch-ass nigga, better get some mail
  I'm riding in a 6 like this bitch for sale
  That boy Meek Mill squeeze clips for real
  See me in the street, rose-gold everything
  Moving like hoes got me plotting on your team
  Learning your whereabouts, burners to air 'em out
  Bitches a motion picture, I'm picturing Paramount
  Riding in the Lotus, Teflon Don
  With an ambitious bitch, lotus flower bomb
  Wale on burn, young nigga's doing numbers
  Double M G got it the next ten summers
  I'm trying to do it big forever
  Keys to the crib, and I'm with whatever
  Ki's to the crib, nigga, bricks wherever
  Hundred mil' plus til we rich forever
  I see no nigga in these red Gazelles
  All I see is women with these massive tails
  All I see is young'uns with this trash to sell
  They got some CO's that get you hash in jail
  Little dope, little coke, talking cash for real
  Funeral's never cool, nigga, pass the steel
  I'm a guru in the kitchen, whipping mass appeal
  Boobie got a life sentence on his last appeal
  That's one of few names that'll last for real
  Got me drinking from the bottom, no glasses filled
  Always purple in the cup, nigga, pass the pills
  I'm the first one here to fuck, snatch your ass for real
  Keys to the crib, boys, keys to the V
  If you at the table, then you eat what I eat
  Breathe what I breathe, drink what I drink
  Smoke what I smoke and we still mink for mink
  Ki's in the crib, you want keys to the crib
  I got work from Argentina and Belize in the crib
  Homie holding a nina, could sneeze him a brick
  Knee-deep in the cocaine, trees in the six
  Biggie on the stereo, seven-digit flips
  This is the scenario - something go wrong, it's a burial
  Hit the hood, watch it go around like a merry-go
  White seats, new M5, all cherry though
  Heard you at Aces, Courvoisier, toasting the niggas that beat cases
  Knowing your connect on a name-to-name basis
  Eating with your fam on a day-to-day basis
  Weight shit, get the big house and the spaceship
  Team of lawyer niggas
  That'll fucking boil niggas for a chain or a bracelet
  Nigga, you know I'm living fly
  For the love of the game, I put a ribbon on the pie
  If I'm rich now, is it too much to pray to be rich forever?
  Forgive me Lord! Forgive me
  My next move; God Forgives, I Don't
  I think you'll love it

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  New Bugatti

  [Verse 1: Diddy]
  You niggas paranoid, I party getting money
  I know I'm the shit, my janitor be getting money
  I got a skyscraper, it's a hell of a view
  Got me closer to God, angel wings on my coupe
  Pray for me damn, I grind every day for it
  If you see me riding in it, it means I paid for it
  Bugatti Boy, one point eight four
  I got money, baby I could order eight more
  F-ck the Forbes list, let's tell the truth, I ate more
  I got a billion, baby, time to get me eight more
  Twelve bedrooms, time to get me eight more
  Stack all the cases of Ciroc up on the eighth floor
  [Hook: Rick Ross & Diddy]
  Got a hundred mil'
  (It's time to get another one)
  How this Bugatti feel?
  (I may need me another one)
  Five bad b! tches
  (Just got me another one)
  P. Diddy run the city
  (Never be another one)
  Five mil' cash
  (And I need another one)
  Rocking a different Rollie
  (No, it's not the other one)
  Second to none at getting money
  (Nigga, number one)
  Real niggas run the city
  (Never be another one)
  [Verse 2: Diddy]
  These haters speculate
  They always watching mine
  She know what time it is
  Just like my watch line
  My clothes line
  The cologne, b! tch
  I know you smell this money, sitting on this throne, b! tch
  I'm strong, b! tch
  I own shit
  Gave myself a ten-digit bonus
  I'm the money man
  Money never financed
  Come get this money, baby
  With your fine ass
  If your nigga broke, it's time to get another one
  If your b! tch is tripping, time to get another one
  I'm Puff Daddy, b! tch, there'll never be another one
  Bugatti Boys forever one
  [Hook: Rick Ross & Diddy]
  Got a hundred mil'
  (It's time to get another one)
  How this Bugatti feel?
  (I may need me another one)
  Five bad b! tches
  (Just got me another one)
  P. Diddy run the city
  (Never be another one)
  Five mil' cash
  (And I need another one)
  Rocking a different Rollie
  (No, it's not the other one)
  Second to none at getting money
  (Nigga, number one)
  Real niggas run the city
  (Never be another one)
  [Verse 3: Rick Ross]
  I'm feeling the money
  I'm loving the paper
  Nigga hating the hood
  Took his ho to Jamaica
  If I let down the top
  Let the breeze in my beard
  V.I.P. is the spot
  They playing musical chairs
  My Colombian the man, all the beam-me-up shorty
  Got that money in the bag that can hold a f-cking body in
  One point five for this brand new black Bugatti
  Jewels like I'm Slick Rick, Bally shoes, la di da di
  Feeling myself, b! tch, you do the same
  F-ck what I spend at the bar, you should see how I came
  My b! tch had a vest, with one foot in the trap
  If I bust at your chest, I bet that's a wrap
  [Hook: Rick Ross & Diddy]
  Got a hundred mil'
  (It's time to get another one)
  How this Bugatti feel?
  (I may need me another one)
  Five bad b! tches
  (Just got me another one)
  P. Diddy run the city
  (Never be another one)
  Five mil' cash
  (And I need another one)
  Rocking a different Rollie
  (No, it's not the other one)
  Second to none at getting money
  (Nigga, number one)
  Real niggas run the city

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  Murda Mamishow lyrics

  Murda Mami

  Yeah! Pussies don't get pussy
  Brooklyn (uh-huh)
  Kinda short, dark-skinned, she a fly lil' bitch
  Be up in all them clubs spillin Dom P and shit
  Know the boy stunt, Jonathan Kelsey clutch
  Yves Saint Laurent fronts on her bags to the pumps
  D's love her aura, Balenciago fedora
  Lame niggaz bore her, struttin like she Kimora
  She'll take a kilo and stuff it up in the coochie
  Quicker than Ron, stash it between her coochie (ha ha)
  Breeze through the hood, niggaz treat her like a O.G.
  First bitch in the hood, with the Bentley Coupe GT (yes)
  Brooklyn is the team, Alexander McQueen
  Bustin down a bird and balance it with a beam
  Five five, slanted eyes, bitch walk is mean
  Mahushi Ron bracelets and Armani jeans
  They're called skinny, my bitch is like a rasta with it
  Black car, red bottoms, only mobster in it
  It's like damn, bitch, niggaz lovin me now
  Oh-nine Bonnie & Clyde doin it now - whoa
  Murder murder, these bitches ain't never heard of
  Gettin money, gettin hurt up, impatient to leak them burners
  Aiyyo Ross, send them bitches to the boss
  The blood claat flyest bad bitch in New York
  Y'all hoes better bow the fuck down and pay homage
  I'm ten million sold and that's SoundScan knowledge
  And all y'all rat bitches sound garbage
  While me and Ross like the hood version of bombings
  Bars give me style like when you steppin in my
  The 38 special in my Chanel sock
  Now I got the llama and Ermet's dark
  Word to sly swifter fox who above me?
  say hello in pumps, Nickelus Curt with that bomb
  So ladies raise your glass to this man song
  Money ain't a thing, just look at my pinkie rings
  So many numbers in the bank, shit could never be the same
  Tall four Velours, withdrawals by Michael Kors
  And I watch a pretty penny I'm talkin hundred or more
  My critique for 'leet, not for the cheap
  And my money in the street way longer than my receipt
  Dealin with the money, no (Monie) all (In The Middle)
  I'm dealin with opponents, they gettin riddled
  Box niggaz up, on the ropes
  Louis sneakers, Louis luggage, the colognes and soaks
  Smellin like money, my body tatted with hundreds

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  No.1

  [Diddy]
  Ayo Bugatti boys (turn em up) you know what it is breathe bitch breathe, breathe bitch breathe go
  [Rozay]
  Hello good morning tell me what the lick read, my cup full blowin on that good weed, my bitch bad tryna get her tipsy, in all black haters better miss me, my bitch ride better then most rappers, here's a Rose' toast to those rappers, I don't smoke no tobaccos but I smoke the most rappers, I got big tips for the waitress, bitch I got very little patience all the bitches different by the car load, you may wanna get a different auto, deep down ya main chick even wanna cum, everybody know my name I'm number 1 I'm number 1
  [Chorus]
  I'm number 1 in this bitch now they understand why I'm running this shit, from the bottom to the top I be ballin till I drop and I'm never gone stop [x2]
  [Diddy]
  I'm the first one to cut a new Phantom in half, first white two seater down fifth ave, first one to write a check in the earthquake, same muthafucka that'll make the earth shake, blowin money only way to make the earth spin, ya girlfriend caught up in my whirlwind, use to move white girl out in Maryland now my girlfriend blonde like Marilyn, we number we gettin mad more paper, aint nothin like bad boy paper we aint never gone stop
  [Chorus]
  Woke up this morning blessed to breath, then I say a prayer God bless the G's, I'm number 1 in this bitch now they understand why I'm running this shit, from the bottom to the top I be ballin till I drop and I'm never gone stop I'm number one in this bitch now they understand why I'm runnin this shit
  [Rozay]
  I'm a gang member, my gang called Bugatti boys ask ya main broad, the streets cold my wrist numb I do it big ask my income, the bigger I get the more you deflate, my niggas deal dope at a rebate, spit flows like its free base all the flows I can erase, I think I made neat goggles all my bottles sparkle I'm the only one she obey cus its only one Rozay
  [Chorus]
  Woke up this morning blessed to breath, then I say a prayer God bless the G's, I'm number 1 in this bitch now they understand why I'm running this shit
  [Trey]
  You can say I'm on some new shit I be number 1 and you niggas can get the dueces, Maybach music play it in the coupes, Rick Rozay and Trey so stupid tryna find ya girl but I prolly made her lose it, body so tight and I know she get the lose-est, Virginia to the whole world you can get my old girl, catch me in Miami bout 4 girls tow girl I'm hot holla at me when the summer done never been where I'm coming from number 1
  [Chorus]
  Woke up this morning blessed to breath, then I say a prayer God bless the G's, I'm number 1 in this bitch now they understand why I'm running this shit, from the bottom to the top I be ballin till I drop and I'm never gone stop I'm number one in this bitch now they under

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  No Church In The Wild Remix (ft. Meek Mill)show lyrics

  No Church In The Wild Remix (ft. Meek Mill)

  [rick ross]
  prime 112 behind the double doors
  as i rewind the devils floors
  pass across the courts your life's lost
  patience a virtue? heard that you're the boss
  your informer's correct
  now give me enormous respect
  cornered the game, record label on his chain
  right hand on the bible watch the floor catch flames
  margielas on her feet
  now she riding with a lame all jealous in the jeep
  all the lil homies wanna eat
  but we never settle beef
  so settle your debts before there's any regrets
  gino do the graffitti and black evander with the tec
  my girls say that i'm a mess
  dj khaled say i'm the best
  and my city do too
  20 in the trunk, that's how city boys move
  8.9, now the crib got a view
  mandarin manicure, dea in pursuit
  champagne and and a rolex, rose
  no church for a d-boy: let's pray
  [hook]
  [meek mill]
  ain't no church in the wild for a nigga like me
  in the game so foul in a world full of sin
  where the love flow thin
  and the pain run deep
  cause it's blood in the streets
  see the stains on the money, no love for the weak
  where it rain, never sunny, just mud on a beach
  where a hater sticks to you like mud on a cleat
  thanksgiving with the birds just drugs for a feast
  youngin only 13 with a snub in his fleece
  even though his heart's cold still got love for the heat
  see the high in his eyes, hear the slugs in his speech
  from the bottom of philly, i emerge from the east
  peace! at the dealer talking bugatti talk
  you never heard it like illuminati talk
  tell em haters that it's my mama's fault
  breaking bricks – you would think we talking karate talk
  young niggas with old money
  never trust a nigga that said let me hold something
  never trust a b-tch that tell you she ain't blown nothing
  the weathermen never tell me about these cold summers
  tears dripped on my dad casket
  niggas turned me into a bastard
  glock 40 on me is plastic
  get to reaching i'm squeezing on him and clapping
  and i ain't talking about similies
  i'm talking head-shots where niggas won't remember me
  i asked god please remove my enemies

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  Pandemoniumshow lyrics

  Pandemonium

  3 passports, 3 first class tickets to the money
  Straight flights
  [Rick Ross]
  I live by the cold war
  Drove from round the globe
  All I need is a kilo, a apron, show me the stove
  General electric, perfected, cooking them O’s
  No more peanut butter sandwiches, now we looking at loaves
  Hoes, I need a condom for my toast, busting in these n-ggas
  Standing flat footed, I’m on my toes
  Froze, pandemonium overdose
  Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed
  Armadillo cigars, killers who like to play golf
  Preparing with transactions, with russian shots of the smirnoff
  Playing for keeps I buss in ‘em ‘fore she get off
  I run the city just pull up and drop the kid off
  Welcome to organised crime
  Money got me excited, I’m coming four or five times
  The ’45 for you n-ggas with 9 lives
  Penthouse on college, money long as Ocean drive
  Black Chevy Tahoe’s, Hatians up out the ?
  My place spacious, smoking aces in Lagos
  Feds get involved, I’m slipping off in the synagogue
  Issue you your warrant, informant, bitch I’ve been a boss
  Counting money stacks, your’s counter-fitted
  I made my money back, when your accountant didn’t
  Went against the odds, its only one Rozay
  My n-gga OKAY
  [Chorus]
  I got a penny in my pocket
  Million in the trunk
  Started in the back, now we the n-ggas in the front
  Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock
  Get a piece of p-ssy then take my n-ggas to shop
  Pandemonium, causing pandemonium
  Half a million for the same car we rolling in
  Pandemonium, pandemonium
  We the number 1 n-ggas your bitch notice it
  [Meek Mill - Verse 2]
  Million ways to make this money, you gon get it
  On the grind 24/7 I’m with it
  YSL swagger, wrist wear frigid
  Jumping out the Phantom like a muthaf-cking midget
  Money knocking at the front door I’m like “who is it?”
  It’s Benjy, tell my lil n-gga “goin get it”
  Cause I’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute
  Lamborghini dreaming thinking how I’m spend it
  I’m like one’s for the money, two’s for the show of it
  Three’s for the bitches that be f-cking for the hoe of it
  Four for my n-ggas that be stacking and then blowing it
  You would think I had a curfew the way I’m going in
  Look at what we rolling in, causing pandemonium
  Papi got them keys in, he like my custodian
  I was tryna bag a brick you was Nickelodian
  I was in them trenches getting down and dirty serving it
  We’s part the reason that them Churches got some services
  The morgue could afford just cause we was doing murdering
  N-gga called my phone talking reckless I aint heard of it
  F-ck ya girl, give her back I’m courteous
  I can keep a secret with Vicky have a menage with Nicki
  And be out London with Lauren and telling Megan Good morning
  Catch me rolling with Kelly or at the Hilton with Paris
  From Hollywood to the hood, I want a mom and I swear that I want em all
  Wanna f-ck em all
  Had my n-ggas down so I’m screaming f-ck the law
  Monday night wrestling, I’m so f-cking raw
  She gon wipe me down, I’m gon brush her off
  I’m way harder than the concrete
  I say what my mind speak
  Word to the homies Ross I can get that 9 Piece
  For the low that 9 cheap
  Call me if you want it, haters see me
  And I’m staying got ‘em sick to they stomach
  [Chorus]
  I got a penny in my pocket
  Million in the trunk
  Started in the back, now we the n-ggas in the front
  Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock
  Get a piece of p-ssy then take my n-ggas to shop
  Pandemonium, causing pandemonium
  Half a million for the same car we rolling in
  Pandemonium, pandemonium
  We the number 1 n-ggas your bitch notice it
  [Wale]
  Whole time, see that fly sh-t I’ve been on
  All the girlfriends fall in line from my spin off
  Thats game b-tch aint sh-t
  Nudies? and some J six
  Where I’m from it’s cold
  And n-ggas get at you like handkerchiefs
  God bless you unless you was disrespectful
  Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you
  They say I’m special as Devin Hester on fourth down
  So all that sh-t you n-ggas kicking with worried about
  Catch me at tha carry out, mumbo sauce and half and half
  Flyest n-ggas out here, period no maxi-pad
  Bitch I got a right to brag
  Bitch I got a right to boast
  Presidential suite and bitch
  And I never use my right to vote
  My vision enormous, my bitch’s is gorgeous
  And I am dead serious, bitch I spit with embalming
  Shout out to lil g, shout out Tre and Mohammad
  That boa shit we get paid with death over dishonor
  I’m known as Obama’s don’t I know no-one in congress
  These bitches love me all the way, u got sorta’s and kinda’s
  Sort of remind you, why you don’t call no vagina
  Lets give em awesome intercourse and ignore there inquires
  Quietly becoming a top ten
  You dreamed of getting cream, best believe I’m John Deere
  ?, earth tones in the winter
  Purp rolled in a rillow
  I am on my John Lithgow
  Out of this 3rd Rock, n-gga it it out
  I am on my Tom Brady y’all n-ggas is Eric Crouch
  What the bloodclot, Tommy Frazier f-ck yourself
  I can see your album coming
  That shits like a sucker punch
  Here for breakfast, f-ck for lunch
  Dinner time she bring a friend
  Write my sh-t so vicious
  Y’all are like snitches you can’t see the pen
  Always on some new sh-t CNN
  Sh-ttin on these n-ggas like I need a pen
  [Chorus]
  I got a penny in my pocket
  Million in the trunk
  Started in the back, now we the n-ggas in the front
  Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock
  Get a piece of p-ssy then take my n-ggas to shop
  Pandemonium, causing pandemonium
  Half a million for the same car we rolling in
  Pandemonium, pandemonium

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  Off The Boatshow lyrics

  Off The Boat

  [Intro: Rick Ross]
  Testify on my nigga, I'mma blow up your house
  For the last few years, I had control of the south
  When you head up north, either one with the coke
  French Montana, straight off the boat
  [Hook]
  (I get it) straight off the boat
  (I need it) straight off the boat
  (I get it) straight off the boat
  (I need it) straight off the boat
  (I get it) straight off the boat
  (I need it) straight off the boat
  (I get it) straight off the boat
  (I need it) straight off the boat
  (I get it!) 8 grand a piece
  (I get it!) 8 grand a piece
  (I need it!) 5 grand a piece
  (I need it!) 5 grand for me
  (We got it) New York niggas
  (We got it) down south niggas
  (Don't doubt it) all real niggas
  (Don't doubt it) all real niggas
  We 'bout it
  [Verse 1: French Montana]
  This that heroin flow, just signed to Atlantic
  I get it fresh off the boat, I get it 'cross the Atlantic
  I just fired my banker, now I just rubberband it
  Should I cop me some acres?, should I cop me some candy?
  I hear voices all in my head, bricks all in my spirit
  Fuck you do with that bread, bitches all in my ear
  I done counted a dollar, then I counted a million
  Then I looked up to God like what the fuck is this feeling
  I got a rush for that life, I had a bitch out the projects
  She used to package the white and bring me back my deposit
  I'm talking 8 grand a piece, I'm on the floor with the Lakers
  I'm talking 8 grand a seat, Louie sneaks with no laces
  [Hook]
  [Verse 2: Rick Ross]
  Maybach on Monday, Testarossa on Tuesday
  My wide body on Wednesday but my boat is my beauty
  All my Friday's Ferrari, like to pull out my jewelry
  If you work with the judge, better pray to the jury
  I got put in a rental, and I'm strapped like I'm Boobie
  Had more guns in the car than the whole state of Missouri
  Get it straight off the boat, yea my life is a movie
  Got a 3 story mansion, big saltwater jacuzzi
  Get it straight off the boat, she get it straight off the plate
  Appetite disapperead, but it ate off her face
  Now they tapping my phones, wanna give me the Rico
  Speaking Spanish to Papi, tryna get them for cinco

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  Perfectionist (ft. Meek Mill)

  [Rick Ross]
  Hustle out of necessity, father never corrected me
  Streets showed me no sympathy, Audemar my accessory, huh
  Never accurate, I'm aiming at your Acura, yeah
  Heart rate accelerate on other amateurs
  [Meek Mill]
  And I murder anything in my perimeter
  If they disrespect us we slide on them like a banister
  Dodging fat cameras, balling like f-ck stamina
  Block doing numbers, I graduated the mansion
  [Rick Ross]
  Bricks in the Maybach, bricks in the Escalade
  Bricks on brickle, we got bricks in the bay
  San Fran bricks got bricks in L.A.
  Publisher watch the money, I got bricks on this plane
  [Meek Mill]
  And my n-gger brick on his way, just did a dime for a brick of the Yay'
  I'm switching up my bricks like my kicks with my lay
  Rule number one, never keep them bricks where you stay
  [Rick Ross]
  All my women photogenic they never depreciate
  Pop up in ya city, it's strictly about the cake
  Quarters to half's on my road to the riches
  All real n-ggers just playing different positions
  [Meek Mill]
  Ross can be the quarter back, I'ma run his quarter back
  Feds try to intercept a n-gger like a corner back
  Make a n-gger pay a couple birds, get his daughter back
  Get the dirty money, clean it all up at the Laundromat
  [Rick Ross]
  I'm allergic to failure, heroin paraphernalia
  Frank Lucas furs at the fight on my cellular
  Ball like Mayweather, Don King at the register
  I stack chedder, it's etcetera, etcetera
  [Meek Mill]
  I'm addicted to winning, pretty women and spinnin'
  Ferragamo on linen, a n-gger starting he finish
  D.A. label me menace, mama call me a king
  So therefore I'm dropping soon like Tyson was in the ring
  [Rick Ross]
  Coca-cola minx, Canary yellow stones
  I'ma stunt if it mean I gotta break a bone
  Me and Meek Milly in the hood on chrome
  Double-M G and we 20 million strong
  [Meek Mill]
  Doesn't matter if it's chess or checkers cause it's all blocks (bricks)
  I'm in this 911 Porsche with a bald spot
  No roof, fresh off the car lot
  And we don't call cops n-gger, we just call shots
  [Rick Ross]
  F-ck the competition I bury the cockroaches
  Think when you see what I pull up out the holster
  Can't even breath, remember what yo mama told ya
  We the real g's and the well paid soldiers
  [Meek Mill]
  So if you n-gger scared, call the feds up
  We taking over I'm just giving n-ggers heads up
  We shoot them down, just to let them know we dead up

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  Party Heartshow lyrics

  Party Heart

  [Hook]
  The music gets into my party heart
  Now I'm just ready to go right before the party start
  Girl I'm not gon' break your party heart
  Girl I'm just letting you know because we bout to party hard
  I hope you ready to go
  [Verse 1: Stalley]
  Outside slamming Chevy doors, Chevy doors, Chevy door
  Rims tall as John Salley though, Salley though, Salley though
  Gold chains, mainly Figaro, Figaro, Figaro, and one of them Rolex links
  Mister T necklace, Slick Rick rings, diamonds dancing through the night
  Pregamed all day, waiting for the night
  I'm on the tree, she on (?) and Sprite
  Told her take it light cause later on gon' be tight
  6-4 low rider solid gold pipes, stars and the stripes
  Spangled Banner cameras and the lights, stars out tonight
  Red carpet life, standing on them couches, blowing clouds at bouncers
  Spilling champagne on my trousers, it's a party all around us
  [Hook]
  Me and LeBron got the same whips
  Me and Dwyane on the same strip
  Me and Wiz burn the same piff
  Me and Stalley need the same pick
  Me and Meek bone the same chicks
  Me and Wale rock the same kicks
  Contract like I play for the Knicks
  My crib look like I'm still playing with bricks
  My Chevrolet shines like a marble floor
  Baby keep it raw, have you modeled before?
  Fontaine Bleau, Club Liv, gold bottles galore
  We can party hard in exclusive couture
  Starting at your toes and I'm travelling north
  Down south boy, diabolical boss
  Hermes belt, spent a G for it
  The G5 ready for a D-boy
  [Hook]
  [Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
  You know I like to party hard, hard, hard
  Use a Glock for my bodygurad, guard, guard
  Throw it to my dogs, now it's far-fetched
  I be on the block with Ron like Ar-test
  Niggas saying that they 'bout it but I'm 'bout this caper
  Damn near got carpel tunnel trying to count this paper
  Met a girl named Jamaica but she from Decatur
  Got a brother with the work, trying to get my cake up
  Had a crib with the lake when I was 24
  Bought rims for the car off of (?)
  Niggas round the city, they have been exposed
  If you really getting money then it's really dough
  I'm on the phone with a bitch that say she wanna smoke
  Click on the other line, this bitch say she really broke
  Man what gives? I got ideas, they don't wanna listen
  All you gotta do is pay tithes and pay attention
  I wanna thank God, for this permission, with this intention

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  Play Your Part

  [Chorus]
  You think you using me
  Like this games new to me
  But you ain't confusing me
  You just want jewelry and all them fuckin shopping sprees
  But that ain't stopping me
  And I ain't stopping you
  See we'll be cool as long as you just play your part
  Just play your part
  Just play your part
  We'll be cool as long as you just play your part
  [Rick Ross]
  I'm incline with women who come on they time
  She came over and she came a few times
  From crispy futons to Christian Louboutin
  Game over had her shopping in Milan
  20 racks really that's sneaker money
  Triple white Ferrari yeah that's the Easter bunny
  At the Ceaser in Vegas yeah I put the Visa on it
  Now all she do is tell me how she used to love me
  I let her decorate the real estate
  And I let her spend a half the ticket give or take
  A couple dollars Harry Winstone stone collars
  Canary yellow everything plane chartered
  I spolied her maybe 'cause I adored her
  More than fly that girls a flying saucer
  My Mona Lisa painting on the wall came to life
  And she said the love of picture just roll the dice
  [Chorus]
  You think you using me
  Like this games new to me
  But you ain't confusing me
  You just want jewelry and all them fuckin shopping sprees
  But that ain't stopping me
  And I ain't stopping you
  See we'll be cool as long as you just play your part
  Just play your part
  Just play your part
  We'll be cool as long as you just play your part
  [Wale]
  I try to love 'em in the physical not literal
  She said she love me but what I'm feeling is minuscule
  I understand that Prada lives in her inner soul
  So the devil that droves in her got in control
  Anne Hathaway, and sack chasin' getting got cake up
  Though my paper way thicker than model make up
  But ya'll wait up my mind racing my toe slippin
  A lot of women is real some bitches Robin Givings
  I never give 'em no liquid no pot to piss in
  I tend to leave them quite offended if they too dependent
  I'm pitchin bitches that's dreamin' thinking I'm trickin' chicken
  I'm simply fuckin' with bitches that know they whole position
  That's real nigga shit
  Real nigga life
  I give my heart to one broad, the others get the pipe
  I ain't tryna fight, I ain't tryna fuss
  I trying for the money, they tryna fall in love.
  [Chorus]
  You think you using me
  Like this games new to me
  But you ain't confusing me
  You just want jewelry and all them fuckin shopping sprees
  But that ain't stopping me,
  And I ain't stopping you
  See we'll be cool as long as you just play your part
  Just play your part
  Just play your part
  We'll be cool as long as you just play your part
  [Meek Mill]
  I say, how can they compare to you
  Everything material
  Trickin' shit for kids and you know I don't need no cereal
  You know I was ridin' and you switched up a gear or two
  So I let others shit you on dead, burial
  Funeral, check my phone, reacting like its new to you
  Talking what I give but never speak on what I do for you
  Cabo to Jamaica every weekend honey moon and you
  Like the sound and I ain't ever try tuning you
  But now I'm just assuming you
  Living off of hearsay
  Treble like the radio 'cause everything was fair play
  1st class herm ass
  Panamera perp pass
  Greed written on her face
  When I bought her first bag
  And I ain't really give a fuck
  It was like a nigga rushed
  Told my jeweler make her freeze like I was tryna stick her up
  She call me daddy like a nigga puff
  Just play your role and you can live it up
  [Chorus]
  You think you using me
  Like this games new to me
  But you ain't confusing me
  You just want jewelry and all them fuckin shopping sprees
  But that ain't stopping me
  And I ain't stopping you
  See we'll be cool as long as you just play your part
  Just play your part
  Just play your part

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  Piratesshow lyrics

  Pirates

  [Intro]
  I guess there ain't no nice way to tell you niggas it's over, huh
  Pray for me
  [Verse 1]
  Hallucination of money, why niggas stomach just rumble
  Had to fuck with the Haitians and break a kilo to crumbles
  Nigga livin' in rubble with denim label the rebel
  Any nigga want rumble somebody hand me a shovel
  Gotta silence the lambs, get on my buffalo bill
  Steppin' off? went the black duffle bag fill
  Got a cute bitch with me, ? come on, for real
  Got Meek Mill on the celly, that nigga workin' for mil
  I multiply when I manage, I manage to multiply
  Witness real niggas?, and watch you fuck niggas drive
  Witness bitch niggas?, just got twenty-five
  At this point in my life, I'm just tryin' to survive
  Homicide stay on my mind, Christopher Wallace of my time
  R.I.P. to the legend, 2Pac Shakur with a nine
  Makaveli returns, it's God forgives, and I don't
  Resurrection of the real, time to get the? in the trunk
  I'm rolling the dice, four, five, six
  Young nigga, 19, four, five, bricks
  Prayin' on you niggas, sin is full of hate
  God forgives and I don't, only hustles relate
  [Bridge]
  Tryin' to keep my head above water, nigga
  We pirates out here, nigga, just tryin' to stay afloat
  I ride for my niggas
  [Verse 2]

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  White House

  Let me think back to '96
  When Booby had the realest *** feelin' like a ***
  They go for 20 hours gettin' them for the 17
  A lil' G, look at me, I was 17
  Born on the side of town where them killas ride around
  Pull up on the block, put a block on tied down
  *** in his pants and he stand like, ?*** you
  I'm from the other side where we ride like a bus do?
  36 *** got me ridin' Lexus
  Chevy at the crib, hit the *** from Texas
  Dade County D Boy, deals on the ***
  Triple C, da mafia, they kill when I say so
  Before I rolled a zone, I could court a zone
  I had to feed myself, *** I was on my own
  Now I push *** bigger than the President
  I'm at the White House known as my residence
  I'm in the White House, House
  I'm in the White House, House
  I call the shots, I can get your a*** wiped out
  We in the White House, House
  We in the White House, House
  Big phantom on the lawn gettin' wiped down
  I'm in the White House, House
  I'm in the White House, House
  I got a hundred a them things *** right now
  We in the White House, House
  We in the White House, House
  I got them *** gettin' on b*** right now
  I don't f*** with p*** n***, took my s*** to Jigga Man
  I went to Manhattan and came home a young millionaire
  Money on my mind, I'm a trill *** anyway
  I slap a *** now for anythin'
  Motha*** the other side, *** bleed deep
  That's my opinion, wanna know what the *** think?
  We load up in 'em things, boy, I'm a head busta
  *** the music, where your real muscle?
  I'm in the White House, White House
  I'm in the White House, White House
  I put a hit on them ***, they gettin' wiped out
  They gettin' wiped out and not one at a time
  'Car full of dead black males' read the headline
  I'm in the White House, House
  I'm in the White House, House
  I call the shots, I can get your a*** wiped out
  We in the White House, House
  We in the White House, House
  Big phantom on the lawn gettin' wiped down
  I'm in the White House, House
  I'm in the White House, House
  I got a hundred a them things *** right now
  We in the White House, House
  We in the White House, House
  I got them *** gettin' on b*** right now
  I'm the fruit of the loom, I be flyin' in Lears
  Give me fruit and I boom, supplyin' for years
  I'm on top of the world, I'm gettin' money
  Hundred grand in a day? Easy, I'm gettin' money
  Pull up real slow, I let the haters watch
  I at a steak place, they in a state of shock
  You n*** goin' fishin', I gotta play the shark
  You better play your part, you ain't gotta play apart
  Got a *** that will tear your whole day apart
  That sticker make them sit like a Saint Bernard
  I'm in the White House, time to close shop
  Inventory, wiped out, boy, dat with better glocks
  I'm in the White House, House
  I'm in the White House, House
  I call the shots, I can get your a** wiped out
  We in the White House, House
  We in the White House, House
  Big phantom on the lawn gettin' wiped down
  I'm in the White House, House
  I'm in the White House, House
  I got a hundred a them things *** right now
  We in the White House, House
  We in the White House, House

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  Where My Money (I Need That)show lyrics

  Where My Money (I Need That)

  Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
  Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
  Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
  Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
  Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
  Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
  Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
  Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
  Where my money?
  Never try me like a thug
  If you do you betta duck
  Ima hit em' in his body,
  Somebody patching you up
  Ima bust a nigga head,
  Somebody wrapping you up
  When I ask you for ma shit,
  Nigga am i asking too much?
  Ridin' dirty in ma Seven deuce
  Its dirty, you can tell tha truth
  Im dirtier than a reverend
  Fighting internal revenue
  Ima get mine,
  You can call me Uncle Sam
  Used ya for your services,
  And i dont give a damn
  Slap bush with ma stash
  All these taxes and this cash
  Got these bitches sellin ass
  Homicide for tha cash
  Homicide for tha cash
  Ridin around gunnin mass
  Summertime son of sam
  Triple C gon gun you down
  Twenty birds on this surb
  Posted up on tha curb
  Got a lotta pistol game
  So we at ya A-Day
  If you owe me a dime
  Boy you better give me mine
  Cuz im pullin ma nine
  With one thing thats on ma mind
  Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
  Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
  Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
  Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
  Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
  Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
  Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
  Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
  Where my money?
  Still waitin on tha call
  Homie supposed to be my dawg
  It done been more then a week
  He caught himself runnin off
  Yea he bought two, two
  But I fronted anotha three, three
  But ima get him marked off
  fo no less than a quarter key
  Yea I broke him off,
  Now I gotta break him off
  He think he using his head,
  I gotta take it off
  Therefore im loosing his head
  And then im taking off
  Mashing in the grand national
  Wont break it off
  Lemme break it down
  I see fifty off a chicken
  Everytime I break it down
  Bad little Bitches shake it
  when they break it down
  Lemme break it down
  I Broke it down,
  To tha smallest slab
  Cuz im so fat
  I got the fiends callin cabs
  Im out here for my stacks
  Im out here for my stacks
  From the side of the bridge,
  You gotta cross the tracks
  Dade county D Boyz at yo front door
  Three in tha mornin and ya know what dey knockin fo'
  Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
  Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
  Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
  Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
  Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
  Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
  Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
  Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
  Where my money?
  Im like a professor,
  I weigh and i measure
  Triple beam on tha dresser
  Couldn't be fresher
  Cookin's my pleasure
  Cookies my treasure
  Hustle couldn't be better
  Muscle you couldn't measure
  Niggas feelin tha pressure
  Pressure they bust pipes
  I'm cool with your bitch
  Your bitch fuck nice
  (See I need that)
  Fly hoes on my team
  (See I need that)
  My hoes will gimmie anything
  Grinding back in Savana
  Climbing back through Atlanta
  Shoot the makin, See what shakin
  My shit white as Miss Vanna
  Its Rick Ross
  Rolls-Royce when I floss
  Ima big boss
  And I neva took a loss
  (See I need that)
  (See I need that)
  I might of took a loss
  But it wasnt like that (Ross)
  So Im back on my grizzle
  Got the streets on sizzle
  Its Ricky Rizzle
  The rich nizzle
  Tha rich nizzle
  Now bitch
  Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
  Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
  Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
  Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
  Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
  Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)

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  We Shinin'

  I keep pimpin to get in a bitch panties
  I keeps spittin the critics can not compare me
  They put it simple I am Mr. Miami
  And my lil' pistol will flip over ya ?
  We the best at best you doin failing
  Straight finesse ?
  That's from sunset we rippin up Cali
  F**k the chips I dip nigga ?
  Now I'm runnin from the ghetto bird
  I got food on my stomach from the ghetto birds
  All I use are my ghetto words
  I'm the mayor in the hood on the ghetto terms
  I'ma get money I'ma flash dough
  Unique whips will cash grow
  I'ma keep pimpin to get in a bitch panties
  Dead presidents are runnin my family
  Every dollar I get keeps me stuntin
  Kanye and these hoes tellin me nothin
  I'ma keep pimpin to get in a bitch panties
  I put a hit on a nigga head ?
  Every dollar I get keeps me shinin
  I spend a million dollars nigga just in diamonds
  I done f**ked every dime up in diamonds
  This for them d-boys gettin money shinin
  Am I talkin for police because I puff weed
  'Lotta artists some recorded as a puffy
  Like a pimp I'ma skip, past the ?
  Like a pimp order, pimp I import her
  Every dime you give a note that's a pimp quarter
  'Cuz every time she deliver like a pimp taught her
  She ain't married to the game just a pimp daughter
  Every Benz that I gain I get the limb harder
  What the f**k you niggas know about loyalty
  Huh cuz nigga you the fuss
  Tell 'em what I said like I really give a f**k
  And that big foot hoe needed the hood
  Derrick Henderson still sellin his car
  Smelled his ass no ross just bought another garage
  Yeah, yeah they wanna be the boss
  But bitch niggaz get twist in the cross
  I'm the best
  Every dollar I get keeps me stuntin
  Kanye and these hoes tellin me nothin
  I'ma keep pimpin to get in a bitch panties
  I put a hit on a nigga head ?
  Every dollar I get keeps me shinin
  I spend a million dollars nigga just in diamonds
  I done f**ked every dime up in diamonds
  This for them d-boys gettin money shinin
  Thinkin bout my bitch Kandice
  Kandice was also romantic
  Club grave, yeah I had cha both
  While I made lil' Crissy roll up my smoke
  Boss I need more champagne
  ? piece niggaz know my chain
  Yeah I'm a millionaire you wanna hold my chain
  You could get a lil' pussy nigga hold my name
  Ross yeah I go a long way
  Well paid, babygirl let the song play
  I'm lookin for the next topmodel
  Gimme head on Youtube and then pop bottles
  Every dollar I get keeps me stuntin
  Kanye and these hoes tellin me nothin
  I'ma keep pimpin to get in a bitch panties
  I put a hit on a nigga head ?
  Every dollar I get keeps me shinin
  I spend a million dollars nigga just in diamonds
  I done f**ked every dime up in diamonds
  This for them d-boys gettin money shinin
  Shinin you feel me
  Shout out to that hole motherf**kin 3-0-5 M.I.Yayo
  Maybach Music, nigga
  I am the C-E-O and we are sucka free, nigga
  Ya niggaz, yeah we used to pay ya charge and car notes, nigga
  We showed ya niggaz love ya feel me
  But know it's time to stand on ya own two feet, nigga
  It's like I fronted you a bird and you came back with two ounces, nigga
  'The f**k you think this is this Triple C, nigga
  Yeah like I said, baby
  I got ten keys on my wrist so have you the D.E.A. tell 'em that

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  Trilla Intro

  With kush and lean on my breath
  The big boss Ricky Ross here is Trilla
  You Know I'm talkin bout
  Shout out to Gun Play - Shout out to T.O.
  Shout out to Kenneth Williams - Shout out to E-Folk
  Shout out to E-Class, nigga we eat fast
  Shout out to Gucci Pucci, beamers with eat shelf
  Shout out to Larry Hoover - Shout out to Big Meech
  Shout out to Bunky Brown - Shout out to Fish Grease
  Shout out to Falcon - Shout out to Big Ba
  Shout out to John Doe - The hole Lynch Mob
  (Shout out to Rick Ross) because I (Run This)
  I was a trill nigga, bitch when I wasn't rich
  Shout out to Brown Lee, slangin in H-Town
  Gettin bank in the tank, knockin weight down
  Shout out to Lil' Trea, triggas get pulled back
  It's five stacks for a hit, betcha feel that
  This the corner sto', pinnacle of ballin blow
  In the strip club with 50 gram is all ya know
  Shout out to Boobie Boys, young drug dealers
  Shout out to Red and Blue, I got love, nigga
  Shout out to Chi-Town, all the G.D.'s
  Shout out to 3-0-5, I rep C.C.
  Shout out to Lil' Jay - Shout out to Jay-Z
  Shout out to 2Shae, I'm gettin straight cheese
  Shout out to Wayne Parker, cook the 'caine harder
  Shout out to Haitian P, he's so straight robbin
  Shout out to Scarface - Shout out to Bun B
  I met Escobar, my ring one key
  Shout out to Trick Daddy, I got love, fool
  We both millionaires, let's make some dough moves
  I'm paranoid it's too much personalia
  Puplic prosecutors got me preparing for failure
  Picture pimp, picture me pimpin the pen
  With all these pretty scripters that I can pimp with my pen
  Oh no the Lord is my light and my savior
  So I don't know is somebody coming to save ya
  Oh Lord please tell 'em my game will slay 'em
  Oh Boy that A-K gon' do 'em a favor
  I don't give a f**k about death
  'Cuz death don't give a f**k about flash
  'Cuz flash don't give a f**k about mine

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  This Me

  Wet bars on the boat, wet broad money low
  Real like Scott, storch off from the coke
  Maybachs were a dream, now it's all real
  It's hard to get sleep laying next to 5 mil
  Still get the chills, I call 'em the goosebumps
  Ya Alex, had a vision I'm building like two trumps
  Step in goosebumps, I'm the main event
  Got a pocket full of game bring the main intent
  Six bitches phone numbers on the same napkin
  Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction
  You see it, these niggas living off the pad
  Ya, I ran 100 miles but I did it all with class
  Hands all glass, wrists all glass
  Real on heron how long will the crystal last
  Champaign to pour celebrate the cause
  Hover above the law at the mercy of the lawyers
  What's worst a testimony from your homie?
  Tables turn quick, I told you not to fuck with Tony
  You started with the dishes then it went to digits
  I had to cross friendships, it's rules to the business
  All the time with a sitar like Gina
  Beauty salon dream got the keys in the beamer
  On the way to cheetahs pointing an army
  Land my spaceship with the spoilers on it
  Seen the UFOs, FBI, ATF, let 'em know how a nigga ride
  44 with 45s and 64s, half a pill two dimes six folks
  I need a slice of the pie, 456 as i throw the dice in the sky
  Head crack nigga, bread stacks, nigga
  Convertible purp, ya I let my hat back, nigga
  Lamborghini's and Mazerattis for mediocres
  When the lease over back to the streets soldier
  Call cold shoulder mike make me bring the heats over
  When the beefs over mike see the peach rovas
  We the eats while we trying to reach each quota
  No soda rolls rolla one owner
  Broad yayo eighty grand one corner
  Luis Vuitton right size don't want 'em
  They tripping, I'm tripping in Tiffany stones
  Get a mop, Peter prop, I'm living it homes
  Chauffeur I blow purp and no skirts
  4 chains will put you down with more work

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  This Is The Life

  Billionaire yeah you feel me
  I have your bitch lacin up my shoes homey
  Rollin them L's up haha
  Gettin Money
  This is the life, this is the life
  Ain't no stoppin it's champagne for poppin you ? from ?
  This is the life, this is the life
  Keep shit poppin these hoes they stay bobbin no stoppin us every night
  This is the life, ain't no stoppin
  ? boppers serve it up for a hell of a price
  This is the life, this is the life
  This is the, this is the life
  Uh I'm the man you wanna stand near
  Damn near a hundred gram in jewels in my ?
  Snitches stand clear can't no snichtes stand here
  This reserve for them trill I'm red carpet every year
  Take a picture canary stones so photogenic
  No I didn't grow up with it so I had to go and get it
  Started with a biscuit now I got a loaf
  Hoes wanna slice I wanna tell her no
  But I can't I get a rush blowin dough
  I'm gettin bank I'm in a rush to blow the dough
  This is the life I'm in a race to get money
  This is the life I need a bad bitch to blow it for me
  This is the life, this is the life
  Ain't no stoppin it's champagne for poppin you ? from ?
  This is the life, this is the life
  Keep shit poppin these hoes they stay bobbin no stoppin us every night
  This is the life, ain't no stoppin
  ? boppers serve it up for a hell of a price
  This is the life, this is the life
  This is the, this is the life
  Not that I'm arrogant I'm just extravagant
  I'm a boss player check my ?
  I got hoes in Memphis hoes in Maryland
  White girl in Carolina let's call her Karoline
  She love ballplayers hate the dope boys
  'Cuz we fight dogs call me Jeff ?
  Yea this the Superbowl of the street shit
  It's all fast food my niggaz eat quick
  When I seen a million it fucked up my life
  Brand new twenty cars party for twenty nights
  Fucked plenty wives crushed many lives
  I wouldn't it change for the world
  This is the life
  This is the life, this is the life
  Ain't no stoppin it's champagne for poppin you ? from ?
  This is the life, this is the life
  Keep shit poppin these hoes they stay bobbin no stoppin us every night
  This is the life, ain't no stoppin
  ? boppers serve it up for a hell of a price
  This is the life, this is the life
  This is the, this is the life
  I'm camptin in the Hamptons
  Chillin in a playstation
  'Cuz I'm playin with them chips that you ain't makin
  I ain't fakin trap ain't
  California razors keep me feelin Jamaican
  The block backin the blunt burnin
  I'm in Trump Towers amongst earners
  ? sports for the ?
  Fine lip servers for the Triple C
  Words rhymin best
  Can't spell well but I define success
  I sell well so I make a toast
  The fallen comrades hold the bottles up
  We standin tall fam
  This is the life, this is the life
  Ain't no stoppin it's champagne for poppin you ? from ?
  This is the life, this is the life
  Keep shit poppin these hoes they stay bobbin no stoppin us every night
  This is the life, ain't no stoppin
  ? boppers serve it up for a hell of a price
  This is the life, this is the life

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  The Bossshow lyrics

  The Boss

  Ricky Ross (The Boss..)
  T-Pain {J-J-J-J-J.R.!}
  I got a fresh line-up (yea), a fresh outfit
  Bout to have the parkin lot on smash
  Plus I got a Chevy wit a fo'-fifty-fo' in the hood
  That bitch got 125 on the dash (She like it gangsta cause...)
  (I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far)
  (I'm the - I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far) - hey
  (I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far)
  Cause it's just another day in the life of the goddamn boss
  I don't make love, baby we make magic
  Come home with a thug, let's get shit crackin
  Always wear a (plastic), baby cause shit happens
  She leaked the back seat, just a freak and a Magnum
  Hopped out the Magnum, hopped in the Tre'
  Just to let the top back and thank God for the day (hey!)
  Who gives a fuck what a hater gotta say?
  I made a couple million dollars last year dealin weight (geah)
  Still in the streets, strapped with them thangs
  She in love with the G, so she tatted my name (Ross!)
  I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far
  Ten black Maybachs back to back in a lane
  I'ma make it rain (rain), and I'ma make it back (back)
  You are just a lame lil' homie, that's a fact
  Workin wit the police, actin like you know me
  Fresh out of jail, already in yo' ho cheeks
  The boss, boss-boss-boss
  Boss-boss-boss, boss-boss-boss
  The boss, boss-boss-boss
  Boss-boss-boss, boss-boob-boss
  And shawty straight diggin me, and I ain't even rich
  I know you niggaz on the sideline like, "Ain't that a bitch?"
  I'm ON my job, ey - and I ain't gettin off
  Cause it's just another day in the life of the goddamn boss
  I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far (Ross!)
  Got the biggest cars, Spanish broads, no bra
  Call that other lame for the walks in the parks
  I ain't come to play games, I just wanna play my part
  Tell ya girlfriend come talk with me, dog
  We straight Gs' then we came here to ball
  Bottle after bottle and I'm sure you'll count 'em all
  Then we off to that Chevy - (Fired up!) and takin off
  Baby, slow it down cause you movin too fast
  Ass too fine to be movin too fast (hol' up!)
  Back to the thuggin, now I'm sippin sizzurp
  All my niggaz love it, baby that's my wizzerd
  Stack for the jeans, five {?} for the shizzerts
  I don't smoke twenties, eight hundred for the izzerds
  I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far
  You can tell by the shones that's standin by the car
  Ey-yea-yea-yea-yea-yeaaaaa-yea-YEA
  Ey-yea-yea-yea-yea-yeaaaaa-yea-YEA
  Eyyyy (YEAA) - uh-huh (Ha ha!) Yea-ea
  Haaaah, yea-yea-yea-yea-YEAA...
  I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far...
  I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far...
  I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far
  I'm the - I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far
  I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far

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  Street Lifeshow lyrics

  Street Life

  Chorus
  Ain't nothin' but the street life
  That's money cars and hoes
  It's the only life I chose
  Street life , nothin' but the street life
  They love they way I shine
  This world is mine, all mine
  Up early in the morning, got gold in my eye
  Got a 4-5 that'll leave a hole in the sky
  Sittin at this table, why, to take this ?
  Music and the street life that's a whole 'nother side (riiiight)
  Hoes used to call me small time
  My clothes ain't know what to call mine
  No logos or no tags in it
  No polos 'til I started bag-gin' it
  Way before my first key
  My nigga E showed me
  How to parlay a Z (good lookin' nigga)
  I know my mama pullin' overtime
  Pocket full of dimes
  So I'm out here pullin' mine
  Chorus
  You can't close shop, not on my block
  I'm 24/7 like IHOP
  Came from the bottom to the skybox
  Now a penthouse, you can call me Hi-Top
  Hop up in the 40-40, got 'bout forty on me
  Fifty grand in a band, I'ma roll it homie
  Brick layin' cost 'bout another dub
  Ten grand for a pound of the bubble bud
  Twenty birds in a room down in Atlanta
  I caught a bird, but the birds can't buy a camper
  Just an example, by an ex-trapper
  Dress the coupe in the shoes, now that's dapper
  Chorus
  Street life, sellin' dope, fuckin' hoes
  Big E, smoke comin' outta nigga nose
  Candy paintin' on the corner, sellin' everything
  I'm on the move, I ain't called mama in a couple days
  This life and nothin' will ever change that
  I love the game and we'll never give the game back
  We lost a lotta good niggaz in the game
  But in the game, all the good niggaz get a name
  I got a name, everybody don't die the same
  Like all dope don't fly the same
  M-I-Yayo, boy I buy them thangs
  It's like the people want me to come fly the plane
  Chorus

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  Speedin'

  Legendary, Runners, you know me, o ooooh, o ooooh
  Trilla, o ooooh, o ooooh
  Every dollar that I count can't grow in my account
  My account can't count up all my money in an hour
  Cause it's comin too fast and I'm scared it won't last
  Look that white girl in her face told her this was her last dance
  GOD DAMN speed got my heart racin
  See I don't have the nominations you can blame it on my occupation
  Ceasar salad, Caesars Palace
  You not a boss little nigga cause your cheese is average
  In the Benz ak ridin shotgun
  It's a Benz cause your broke 'til you got one
  It ain't nothing do 100 in the maybach
  Throwin money out the roof motherfuckin brake pads
  Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs, speedin
  I'm speedin, I can't stop it's all I know
  From a youngin I was taught get doe
  I'm speedin, speedin, I'm speedin
  See people came lookin for me I got ghosts see the west coast
  close and up in the lamontrose
  Big money boss major
  American idol, I got fans like fantasia
  Read between the lines or yo ass like fantasia
  Get hit between the eyes he died they can't save him
  I'm a mosh I'm weevin no no but I'm speedin
  Staring at the skyline I got a million on my mind I'm the best
  and these pussy niggas running out of time Ricky Ross
  I'm the chill quarter mill for the time piece
  Ya I a bought a wheels like deals for the dime piece
  Sittin in the living room watching the Grammys
  Wishing that was me that was on the Grammys
  All I needed was someone to get behind me money rain on me
  I was a D turmin I'll thirty shows a mill
  Homey help me out cause this boy is a drug dealer
  Nap time cause my gift grew wings
  And now I'm flying down like the cool crew winds
  Kells and ross on the hollywood scene
  Red carpet and it's smellin like green
  Now foss cause I got paid off collabo'
  Was the hit hip-hop and R&B; boss
  We fly I think somebody followin we hear the helipad with ya bitch
  You worth fifteen million baby don't try to blow it all in one week
  Overseas boss (I'm speedin I'm speedin)
  I'm a fly away on you haters
  And I came up so fast movies, endorsements, films...

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  Bury Me Ag (ft. T.i.)

  [Intro: rick ross]
  They told me it's never too late for prayer
  Well lord! Pray for us niggas
  Cause we ready to die for this shit
  [hook: rick ross]
  If i die tonight i pray i get buried in clean drawers
  Line us all up, just bury me with my dawgs
  If i die tonight i pray i get buried in clean drawers
  Line us all up, just bury me with my dawgs
  Bury me with my dawgs, bury me with my dawgs
  Line us all up, bury me with my dawgs
  Bury me with my dawgs, bury me with my dawgs
  Line us all up, bury me with my dawgs
  [verse 1: rick ross]
  I look to my left, i look to my right
  All i see is my blood, all i see is my life
  If it go down tonight, my nigga look out for momma
  Been robbin' my whole life, i gotta look out for karma
  Sellin' them white squares i swear i'm well prepared
  Fifty in my chopper whoever could go to hell
  Chopper still heat seakin', block gettin' hotter
  When them niggas go to beefin', slide me 'til we got 'em
  [hook]
  [verse 2: t.i.]
  Machine gun man, seen him on the news
  Every gun i had was one the home invaders couldn't use
  Had a niggas catch me slippin', i refuse, not a chance
  Listen dude, tip can use any tool known to man
  And don't think that i can't hit you jekylls, it ain't in my hand
  Got a sniper, drop your ass where you stand, understand?
  Fifty cal with a scope and a chopper, boy you got to
  Plan a way straight to the undertaker, know me for the doctor
  Should i die, lay me next to my daughter lelah and my partner
  Rap your ass off somethin' proper, you'll get blow, blow, blow
  Did just what i gotta do, it's me or you and boy i'm stayin'
  Know that atf listening, i'm just playin', i'm just playin'

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  Diced Pineapples

  [Wale]
  Diced pineapple
  Tonight you will reach a height that the sky wont catch you
  The highest form of my admiration, I ain't no connoisseur but
  I'm kinda sure you will admire my taste
  And before the sun graze ya
  I'm tryna see how deep you are and believe me shawty I ain't talking about
  No intimate conversation
  I'm wanna see if I can make you reach things unattainable when I peek into
  Your nature
  And I promise you my goals will exceed any pyshical pleasure
  I wanna give you what's better than better
  The better my effort, the wetter her treasure
  The more these mere moments seem like heavens or
  Temporary forever's
  Shawty get it together
  Diced Pineapple
  May your love come down some of mine might have you
  You design my imagination
  And let me redefine foreplay so you need?
  Tell me shawty you got it baby
  If it's not it baby
  Hope it's progress baby
  Let it all drip baby
  Stop that shaking
  No more talking baby
  No more talking baby
  [Rick Ross]
  Shawty so fine, Pussy so fresh
  Diced pineapples, there my baby taste the best
  I nearly lost my mind
  Guess it was a test
  Swept her off her feet and went and bought her ass a Lex'
  Paid it off cash, so I never wrote a check
  Leave my cars at her crib, I'm just stuntin' on her ex
  Pussy's excellent and I know it sound a mess
  I like to make her toes curl as I'm licking on her flesh
  Sex all night, couple shots of ciroc
  Crib on the water, got Lebron up the block
  Money ain't a thing baby, welcome to the mark
  Diced pineapples talking diamonds by the jar
  Bitch so bad got me wishing I could sing her
  You know form is? when you on the team
  Double-M G them other niggas fell off
  Baby girl I just wanna see you well off
  [Drake]
  Call me crazy, shit at least you calling
  Feels better when you let it out don't it girl
  Know it's easy to get caught up in the moment
  When you say it cause you mad and you take it all back
  Then we fuck all night til things get right
  Then we fuck all night til things get right
  [Rick Ross]
  Shawty so fine, pussy so fresh
  Diced pineapples I just bought my girl a set
  I know my lifestyle wild, I do it for the set
  She know how to make me smile
  And she do it with the sex
  Pop bottles, make love, thug passion
  Red Bottoms Montclair, high fashion
  Belt buckles, door handles gold plated
  Balmain, rich denim, out Vegas
  French Riviera, baby girl lets take a trip
  I'ma trip, go to Cannes, France to catch a flick
  Baby listen, this position is a blessing
  And with your permission hopefully you'll learn a lesson
  I'm so fly that I shouldn't even walk
  She so fine she ain't even gotta talk
  Diced pineapples, talking diamonds by the jar
  She never wrote a song but I know that she's a star
  [Drake]
  Call me crazy shit at least you calling
  Feels better when you let it out don't it girl
  Yo it's easy to get caught up in the moment
  When you say it cause you mad and you take it all back
  Then we fuck all night til things get right
  Then we fuck all night til things get right
  Aww yeah
  [Wale]
  Something about her probably can't live without her
  Roll up some sour, let me kiss on a fountain
  Mission accomplished, you increasing your heart rate
  And I won't ever rescue me the peak of your mountain
  Eager to show you, thinking that I should know you
  And you eager to work perfect, I can't employ you
  Designer shit spoil you, rub you down with the oil
  To get on a higher tree, gonna have to climb a sequoia
  Hol' up, showing off some Agent provocateur
  Rushing you out your draws
  Though patiently get you off
  Hate when they get too anxious though
  Hate when they be too?
  Like too get too deep
  But I hate to get too deeply involved
  How sweet is you
  Let me see some proof
  Fuck making pussy talk
  I like to make it sing a tune
  All we need it weed
  We don't need no room
  Right now I'm trying
  We don't need a spoon

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  Hard In The Paint

  Shout out to all my real niggas world wide
  Ain't nothing changed
  But the ‘Rari … the Lambo … the Bentley … the Maybach … the
  Phantom … the Aston … the Spyker … the seven tre … the seven deuce
  … the seven one … the seven fours
  I go hard in the mothafuckin paint, nigga
  Touch 8 figures, stuff it in the bank, nigga
  Ordered 20 bottles of the Rosé
  Fuck first suite bitch I order Moët
  To these niggas I’m a mothafuckin problem
  Hang with the bloods, all the crips, all the robbas
  See Gucci that’s my mothafuckin nigga
  20 racks on it, bitch you fuckin with a killa
  I can’t hang with no pussy ass niggas
  Thousand carats in the chain, quarter milli for it nigga
  You think I give a fuck what other niggas think?
  Make another million every time a nigga blink
  I’m rollin up the purple and I’m sippin pink
  Champagne drown the bitch until she gotta pee
  She only get to ride unless she keep it wet
  You lookin at a gangsta in disguise, you just aint peeped it yet
  Call the Benz Beavis cause she Butthead
  She know I’m busy, I don’t need nothing but head
  And I’m payin top dolla
  Chain so big can’t pop my colla
  Pop one pill make a nigga spend a grand
  Pop two pills make a nigga wanna dance
  Pop my trunk, pop me a nigga
  Just last night I had a dream I shot me a
  Pop my trunk, Ima pop me a

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  High Definition

  [Verse 1]
  I can talk about the bodies, I could tell you 'bout the killin'
  Duct taping niggas in the name of drug dealin'
  Big body Benzes while the b!tch niggas starve
  Turtleneck Mercedes blowin' smoke up out the top
  Time to talk about the money, I can tell you 'bout a profit
  Ocean front spot moving niggas out the projects
  Diamonds on my neck call it the ghetto's guillotine
  F-ckin' with them jewelers nigga lit up like a screen, HD
  Look at me ballin' I'm talkin' high definition
  F-ckin' up six digits, boy that's just my definition
  Niggas gotta get murked but I'm just minding my business
  Bought three Range Rovers dolo, so f-ck Expedition
  On the road to the riches until I'm paid in full
  And the Lord is my witness, I got AK to pull
  These niggas full of shit, my niggas moving bricks
  I could front you fifty, but you gotta move 'em quick, my moolah thick
  [Hook]
  Went and got me a choppa to put it right in ya face
  Better blow out your brains before you give me a case
  Got the forty by my d!ck I keep on pissin' on the hammer
  When they talkin' slick I double back with that banana
  High definition I'm stacking money to the ceilin'
  F-ck my whole feelings
  Look here, it's time to make a killin'
  Got a hundred silent niggas and they feigning for a million
  High definition b!tches, my life a motion picture
  [Verse 2]
  I could talk about the b!tches, I could tell you 'bout the bricks
  Pull up in the Bentley I could pop up in the six
  Helicopter rides I can sit it on the club
  Sound of the propeller had my young b!tch busting nuts
  Niggas wanna crack jokes just to get close to me
  Hope you know that I'm strapped like I supposed to be
  Put a number on your helmet like it's Notre Dame
  5 grand'll get you whacked, won't even know your name
  Road to the riches until I'm paid in full
  And the Lord is my witness we making major moves
  God forgives and I don't, I got it tatted in my skin
  I'm going straight to hell that's if ballin' is a sin
  Crucifix on my neck I pray it never melt
  Pacquiao purse, boy I took another belt
  Take a seat, I'm undefeated in this art of war
  Rest in peace to the p-ssies, it's time to Scar some more
  [Hook]
  Went and got me a choppa to put it right in ya face
  Better blow out your brains before you give me a case
  Got the forty by my d!ck I keep on pissin' on the hammer
  When they talkin' slick I double back with that banana
  High definition I'm stacking money to the ceilin'
  F-ck my whole feelings
  Look here, it's time to make a killin'
  Got a hundred silent niggas and they feigning for a million

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  Hold Me Backshow lyrics

  Hold Me Back

  [Intro]
  I see how these niggas playin'
  But I could adapt
  These niggas won't hold me back (x8)
  These hoes won't hold me back x 2
  These niggas won't hold me back x 2
  [Verse 1]
  I look in my fridge, my shit lookin' scarce
  I got a few kids, we need some shit on the shelf
  I get a knock at the door, they say my rent overdue
  And while my niggas sell dope and don't know what else to do
  The only thing on my mind, I'm tryin' to keep on the lights
  I call up my slime, I need a kilo tonight
  Everything whipped well, I'm eatin' steak, no more soup
  And I parked the Capri, I went and bought me a Coup
  Everything takes time, but this shit came fast
  Niggas standin' in line, they wanna hold me back
  I multiplied my hustle, stimulated my mind
  Motivated my niggas and we'll never divide, no
  [Hook]
  These niggas won't hold me back (x4)
  These hoes won't hold me back
  These hoes wanna hold me back (x3)
  [Verse 2]
  First I got me a Taurus, then I copped me a Lexus
  I took over Florida, my connect out of Texas
  Then I start sippin' purple, got myself screwed
  Where you feedin' your circle, watch your shipments improve
  Fabricate 'bout your fortune, all my fabric's imported
  Fornicate in my fortress, 40k still my mortgage
  24k my toilet, all my taxes reported
  All my exes deported, shout-out Texas, New Orleans
  All these niggas influenced by a hustler's endurance
  I just me the purest, but I need some insurance
  Niggas watch who you fuckin' just to hate on your bitches
  Niggas breakin' the rules, niggas facin' suspicion
  [Hook]
  [Verse 3]
  Momma workin' three jobs 'til I told her to quit
  How we rose from the sewers, funny now I'm the shit
  Niggas ain't gettin' money, but they got an opinion
  Had this tech makin' racket, serve you like you were tennis
  Killers ride for that paycheck, AK okay, check
  Bitch nigga let's play chess, yo bitch next, no latex
  These niggas won't hold me back, told the feds they sold me?
  Whip 'em right and then come right back
  Whip-whip-whip 'em right and then come right back
  [Hook] x2
  [Verse 4]
  Pussy ass niggas, pussy ass niggas
  They all pussy ass niggas, pussy ass niggas
  Lookin' down on these niggas, pussy ass niggas
  Pushin' my new Ferrari on these pussy ass niggas
  Pussy ho, pussy ho
  She a pussy ho until she give me pussy ho
  Pussy ho, pussy ho
  Pussy ho, she a pussy ho

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  Holy Ghostshow lyrics

  Holy Ghost

  [Hook: Rick Ross] x2
  They say I'm gettin' money
  Must be illuminati
  Talking to the Holy Ghost
  In my Bugatti
  He knockin' on the do' don't let the devil in
  He knockin' on the do' don't let the devil in
  [Verse 1: Rick Ross]
  Lord knows, that boy done been about it
  Lord knows, that boy'll catch a body
  Phone ringing, gotta be the Mexicans
  Phone ringing, gotta be the Mexicans
  Being dead broke is the root of all evil
  Get money, my nigga, do good with your people
  I got the calico, I got the dynamite
  They wanna do it big? Pick a time tonight
  Back to these bitches following my timeline
  Back to these crackers following my timeline
  Got the phone tapped, I think I'm being followed
  Touch him with the holy's ghost, can you hear me father?
  [Diddy]
  Father, please protect me from brokeness
  And bitch ass niggas, Bitch ass bitches too
  Keep 'em away
  [Repeat Hook 2x]
  [Verse 2: Rick Ross]
  Work! That's all my niggas workin' with
  Work! That's all my niggas lurkin' with
  My teacher told me that I was a piece of shit
  Seen her the other day driving a piece of shit
  Work! Exactly what I'm screamin' ho
  Certified, 8 digit nigga, triple beamin' ho
  You talkin' to the holy ghost
  I'm smokin' 'til I overdose
  When I fuck she let the pussy soak
  Even my lawyer be askin is it dope
  Never break the code shock me with a million votes
  I'm forever dope, touched by the holy ghost
  [Diddy]
  You see, they hate what they don't understand
  Father, forgive them
  For they know not what they do
  Let's go

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  Even Deepershow lyrics

  Even Deeper

  Intro -Barry White
  It feels so good
  You lying here next to me
  Rick ross 1st Verse
  I living underneath the telescope
  Ciroc in my margarita in mehico!
  Got a model with me that I seen on worldstar
  Introduced her to the world of La pearla
  Im talking S and M but got her screaming A to Z
  Talking the type of cheese she used to think was make believe
  I used to fuck em then I made em leave
  Leaving things, I had a bucket full of maybeline!
  I had a bucket of my favorite green
  Open up the budget now its only major things
  Most things, run ya half a ticket
  Bugatti Boys, cop don't even write the ticket!
  I got a few crips that wanna come and kick it
  Catch blue balls if one of ya niggas bitches
  I know the feeling gotta re-align your wills to life
  Or better yet you maybe should write your will tonight!
  Chorus
  Barry White
  Deeper and deeper
  In love with you I'm falling, yeah
  Sweeter and sweeter
  Your tender words of love keeps calling
  (Ross) adlibs
  2nd verse
  Got on my vacaron im paid in full
  Lining up all my niggas bout to pull some major moves
  Consolidate the game and suffocate the others
  Keep it real with ur niggas and multiply the numbers!
  Go to trial and never take the stand
  Every bitch was born to break her man (?)
  I take you deeper than them other dudes
  I see my niggas scramble chickens by the twos
  He talkling like a hoe and family in the benzz
  She acting like a bitch well im takin her friend
  Ran outta 1s now im throwing what I got
  I took her home time to show her what I got
  I took her tongue and took it to another notch
  Im getting funds time to get another watch
  Im having fun fuck it let my brother watch!
  I got credit cards and headed to another lot!
  (ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,Maybach music)
  .... Money Grew like grass
  ....Money Grew like Grass
  Chorus
  Barry White
  Cause deeper and deeper
  In love with you I'm falling
  Sweeter and sweeter
  Your tender words of love keeps calling
  Eager and eager, yeah
  To feel your lips upon my face
  Please her and please her
  Any time or any place
  I'm gonna love you, love you, love you just a little more, baby

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  Fountain Of Youth (ft. Stalley & Nipsey Hussle)

  [Intro: rick ross]
  Fountain of youth
  May our legacies live forever
  [rick ross]
  All my niggas quiet but we burning loud
  Makaveli to the max, never turn it down
  Mac 11 in a benz: how you like me now?
  I run the city so my closet look like nike town
  Niggas talking like bitches, is it my income?
  Am i fucking your bitches? Is it official?
  My nigga did a dime, didn't learn a thing from it
  Came home, in two weeks got him a 600
  Get a text from the boss, you know them bricks coming
  Chicks at the beach house like they gonna miss something
  From the churches i rose, only loving the dough
  From the chevy to rolls, now it's fur on the floor
  Smoke an ounce of the truth: that's my fountain of youth
  R.i.p. to mr. Shakur, this one is for you
  Nipsey hussle and i got my nigga stalley on it
  Double mg burning out in cali on it
  [hook: nipsey hussle x2]
  Stained glass window in the benzo
  Lost in the instrumental
  Keys got me sentimental
  [verse 2: stalley]
  These rap books buried in gold
  The treasure of a million men, versace shades trimmed in gold
  My life's big like them cameras explode
  Capture this rags to riches story that i unfold
  The youth fountain for the few counting
  Made money, but who's counting?
  It's hard stunting living in subsidized housing
  Every bag you bring though the door, dude's counting
  And every new girl you bring through, dude's hounding
  They want your youth, so they watch your moves
  From your pinky ring, down to how you lace your shoes
  Rope chains with the precious jewels
  The dope game had impression rules
  So what they did with cocaine and a couple spoons
  Had the whole hood acting like goons
  Trying to be the richest, trying to the be flyest
  Claim to be balling, end up like len bias
  Screaming from the bottom of this fountain here, nothing but silence
  [hook]
  [verse 3: nipsey hussle]
  Laces in my blue chucks, represent my bros first
  Staring at my rollie bezel as i soul-search
  Run this money marathon til my soles hurt
  But no materials could measure what my soul's worth
  I wanted everything, feel like i had no choice
  Young niggas wishing on a star like rose royce
  Being honest, killing mamas when we sold work
  I made a promise, give me options and i cold-turkey
  Sick of sitting on the side while it's game point
  Recurring dream, tryna scream but ain't had no voice
  Crazy lady speak in tongues said it's gon' work
  Never vocalize my visions, actions was my spokesperson
  Study rich niggas' moves like my homework
  Sacrilegious; however, streets was my own church

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  Free Masonshow lyrics

  Free Mason

  This is for the soldiers the see the sun
  At midnight, ya dig
  Let me slow down (it's so incredible)
  [Rick Ross Verse]
  I go to the grave before I be a bitch nigga
  Better behave, you're dealin' with some rich niggas
  We the lost symbols, speak in cryptic codes
  Ancient wisdom, valuable like gifts of gold
  I embark on life, my path is all math
  I understand the codes these hackers can't crack
  I understand that folks expect me to fold
  Community control to violate parole
  I won't fail, but a lot of men will
  I'm iconic in the field, like Solomon's Seal
  Uh, it's just an intro
  Allow my flow time to sink into the temple
  Free Mason, freelancer, free agents, we faster
  Big contracts, big contractors
  Built pyramids, period we masters
  No caterpillars, it was just a lot of niggas
  A lot of great thinkers and a lot of great inventors
  All white mansion, I'm the child of God
  All black diamonds, times were hard
  New Rolls Royce
  Guess you made it, nigga
  All white neighborhoods, you they favorite nigga
  My top back like J.F.K.
  They wanna push my top back like J.F.K.
  So, so I J.F.K.
  Join Forces with the kings and we ate all day
  Right now I could rewrite history
  I stopped writin so fuck it, I'll do it mentally
  [Rick Ross & John Legend Chorus (x2)]
  I go to the grave before I be a bitch nigga
  Better behave, you're dealin' with some rich niggas
  Started in the ghetto, now we worldwide
  Multiplying and I pray to God we never die
  [Jay-Z Verse]
  Niggas couldnâ€Â™t do nothing with me they put the devil on me
  I would have preferred if niggas would squeeze the metal on me
  Rumors of Lucifer, I donâ€Â™t know who to trust
  Whole world want my demise, turn my music up
  Here me clearly
  If yâ€Â™all niggas fear me, just say yâ€Â™all fear me
  Fuck all these fairy tales, go to hell this is God engineering
  This is a Hail Mary pass, yâ€Â™all interfering
  He without sin shall cast the first stone
  So yâ€Â™all check in the mirror, double check your appearance
  Bitch I said I was amazing
  Not that Iâ€Â™m a Mason
  Itâ€Â™s amazing that I made it through the maze that I was in
  Lord forgive me I never wouldâ€Â™ve made it without sin
  Holy Water, my face in the basin
  Diamonds in my rosary shows he forgave him
  Bitch Iâ€Â™m red hot, Iâ€Â™m on my third six but the devil, Iâ€Â™m not
  My Jesus piece flooded but thou shall not covet
  Keep your eyes off my cupboard
  Iâ€Â™m a bad motherfucker, itâ€Â™s Hov just say you love it
  [Chorus]
  If I ever die, never let it be said I didn't win
  Never, never say
  Never say Legend didn't go in (Imma go in)
  I just wanna die on top of the world
  Makin' love to my favorite girl
  Makin' beautiful music, we makin' a movie

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  Fuck 'Emshow lyrics

  Fuck 'Em

  Verse 1: Rick Ross]
  C-note after c-note, put the remix on my kilo
  Thought I wouldn't make it, now I'm winning -- Timothy Tebow
  Fourth quarter, I'm back; fourth quarter, in fact
  Fourth quarter, that sack; Fourth Ward in all black
  I said boss and I meant that; advance, you spent that
  Corvette so clean you'll think Bruce Springsteen rid that
  Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair
  Dubai, I been there -- but fuck that, we in here
  Roll up and inhale, I live next to Denzel
  Alonzo, my condo cost three mil', this shit real
  IPhone and iPad, Air Max, and my gat
  Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks
  All I need is bad hoes, all these niggas gon' rat
  Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back
  All I need is Benzos, squatting on Lorenzos
  Stack my money tenfold, make this my new ten-four
  [Hook: Rick Ross]
  Fuck em, fuck em, I'm screaming fuck em
  Fuck em, fuck em, I'm screaming fuck em
  Fuck all you haters
  Watch me fuck all these bitches
  I got eight different Rollies
  And they all mint condition
  I'm screaming fuck em, fuck em, I'm screaming fuck em
  Fuck em, fuck em, I'm screaming fuck em
  I got five different Benzes
  This is my deposition
  I'm screaming, "Fuck every witness"
  Cause bitch, I'm big business
  I'm screaming fuck em
  [Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
  'Migo hit my boost, 'migo hit my boost
  What you know about walking in the Gucci store and they salute?
  Chain cost a coupe, coupe cost a crib
  Riding with the chopper, like it's my friend
  This for real niggas only, I still bet with Kobe
  Got a sign in my garage that say, "Foreign only"
  Forces pouring, on mixtapes I'm touring
  See my shit that fire shit, and yo' shit boring
  I'm chain smoking loud like it's a Newport
  Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was Too Short
  New Porsche deuced up, two cups got juice in it
  Two forks, two pots, I could whip it both-handed
  My girl is bow-legged, just do it like Bo Jackson
  Every beat I'm toe-tagging, charm big as a Volkswagon
  Money got me sagging, it really doesn't matter
  I run circles round these niggas' world like Saturn
  [Hook]
  [Verse 3: Wale]
  Black Foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit
  Riding five deep and I'm as dirty as them congressmen
  Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit
  Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit
  Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though
  Smoke that Mark McGwire strong, Oakland ain't no basic smoke
  Shout-out to your lady, a.k.a. MMG favorite ho
  Tell that ass the way to go before I show her where to go
  No Canseco, and I'm switching lanes at one six oh
  A nigga trees fine -- a police siren!
  Woop woop -- nah, that's just Diplo
  And you cute, shorty; let's get low
  On the low, I'mma talk that jazz
  Jungle fever for the night
  Horny or white, that's Anglo-Sax

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  In Cold Bloodshow lyrics

  In Cold Blood

  Run with me or run from me
  Pussies don't get pussy
  I murdered all of my foes, contract killing
  Twenty K will get ya grandmamy pinned to the ceiling
  Midst of the war, I piss on graves
  Kids get graced by my piss poor ways
  Never could imagine it livin' with paralysis
  Shoulda check ya rear view, made a better analysis
  Wack yayo caught him slippin' while he snort dust
  Cold blood bullet hit him like a tour bus
  Check the time on my Bevardo, my jazzy bitch in Milano
  With niggaz pay me the model
  Sway Louis on my feet, still runnin' the street
  And I never missed a heartbeat
  Family over the money, money over the bitches
  Money don't mean nothin' then why they callin' it riches
  I'm addicted to watches, mama tellin' me stop it
  Got well over fifty, fifty you better watch it
  Do him in cold blood
  Look him in his eyes, may do him with no gloves
  Beat the case like a real thug
  Above the law, it's so hard to pin the big dog
  Live on so I still bark
  In my earliest convenience I'ma kill ya
  Make a lil' cake haters wanna envy
  God, wanna see you niggaz in a Bentley
  Family over the money, money over the bitches
  Money don't mean nothin' then why they callin' it riches
  I'm addicted to watches, mama tellin' me stop it
  Got well over fifty and keep fifty in my pocket
  Limousines for the don, number three is the charm
  Flee red carpet chillin' E on my arm
  Purple rain, smokin' haze, smokin' weed
  Call it purple brain
  I'm in the purple lable, daddy got a purple heart
  Not in the service but I'm swoorvin' in a purple car
  What's the bitch needed all changed
  I go and buy a new one 'cause I'm sport man
  Family over the money, money over the bitches
  Money don't mean nothin' then why they callin' it riches
  I'm addicted to watches, mama tellin' me stop it
  You know I'm totin' the rocket so don't make a nigga poppin'

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  Faceshow lyrics

  Face

  [Trina]
  I fuck em once I fuck em twice I fuck em 3 times then I change your life
  [Rick Ross]
  9 times outta 10 its a big body benz with a real nigga in it ride if you wanna win
  Im gettin face [8x]
  [Trina]
  9 times outta 10 ya wanna fly yellow thangs that can entertain make it in my yellow chang
  Im gettin face [8x]
  [Rick Ross]
  Sellin dope countin money keeps my dick hard time to bust it wide open for a big boy
  [Trina]
  Big yellow thang all black boots money like mariah rihanna hair due
  [Rick Ross]
  Mind on the money but this bitch so fine took my eyes off the money watch this bitch the whole time
  [Trina]
  Mind on the money but this nigga so fly time to jump up in that benz and ride that thang the whole time
  [Rick Ross]
  Im gettin face [4x]
  Doing 20 miles per hour cause im gettin face
  [Trina]
  Im gettin face [4x]
  Sittin at the green light cause im gettin face
  [Rick Ross]
  9 times outta 10 its a big body benz with a real nigga in it ride if you wanna win
  Im gettin face [8x]
  [Trina]
  9 times outta 10 ya wanna fly yellow thangs that can entertain make it in my yellow chang
  Im gettin face [8x]
  [Rick Ross]
  I does it like a boss everytime I pull it out cause she catch it like a glove but its all over her mouth [i love ya baby]excellent face excellent pase number one nigga baby (boss) you got excellent taste nice condo im talking forty flows its only me and gucci maybe 40 hoes
  Im gettin face [4x]
  If I fuck em more than once baby gettin lace
  She gotta car she gotta job she's a lucky girl my shinning star
  [Rick Ross]
  9 times outta 10 its a big body benz with a real nigga in it ride if you wanna win
  Im gettin face [8x]
  [Trina]
  9 times outta 10 ya wanna fly yellow thangs that can entertain make it in my yellow chang
  Im gettin face [8x]

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  Cigar Musicshow lyrics

  Cigar Music

  I'm so compassionate with my compositions
  Check it
  Fascinated with foreign felines
  Since I was knee high
  This cigar got me buzzin like a beehive
  Fuck my old chick I'm ridin with my new thing
  In her blue jeans, panties like shoestrings
  Most wanted, I'm Bid Laden on a beat nigga
  Rubberband jeans saggin on my feet nigga
  100 grand for the wagon and her feet nigga
  Black flaggin just braggin I'm a street nigga
  On the grind little rappers wanna eat with us
  Tryin to shine like birdman man teeth glitters
  VMA find time just to creep with her
  So coincidental walkin down the street with her
  My loose cheese scooped up the Gucci
  In 2 weeks I flew thru the boutiques
  She get her time livin when I let her go and shop
  Cruisin in the car click the cuban at the top
  Niggas know that my techs explode
  Down to go toe to toe before tecmo bowl
  Biggest boss in the game, chedder I never mind that
  Cause if it matter c murder would go diamond
  I reflect as I'm ridin in a Rolls Royce,
  Get respect because I give these hoes no choice
  Chorus
  Because I
  Because I do it
  So if you never seen a boss nigga,
  Then look at me
  Because I do it
  And they never seen a boss nigga
  But now they see
  Because I do it
  And I do it
  I-I-I-I-I
  And I do it
  Yeah so now you see what it means
  To be a boss cause I do it
  I'm the down-south Nas
  Click so fur
  Ridin with a fox as the cigar burn
  Niggas sell weed, niggas sell coke
  If I was sellin dope baby id be sellin both
  But I'm sellin records everything I touch gold
  Better yet check the record 3 million sold
  2 hand guns on the writers for the shows
  On the road to the riches when I'm ridin on vogues
  I elaborate on things I only been bout
  Besides, we decides whos the in crowd
  If it's ne-yo and niggas who speakin creo
  But I got the prove we just keep movin kilos
  See the Altima it's call it terminator
  The exact watch only war on terminator
  I let her ride me like a elevator
  Clip another cuban as I wait to celebrate her
  Chorus
  Fascinated with foreign felines
  That's my design
  As I recline cut em like key lime
  We both came now it's right back to the tea time
  I wanna soda with no vogo and no cheap wine
  She told me betterer than man broke
  Walkin on the clouds in my second hand smoke
  I touched her with the seconds hand stroke
  Got her mind racin quicker than a Lambo
  2 seater it could'ntfit tacara
  But I promise baby I'll be back tomorrow
  In a big beamer bumpin Bob Marley
  Listen closely and hit a woman softly
  Chorus

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  Bossy Lady

  Rick Ross(Talking)
  To deal with a dude like me baby, you gotta be the HBIC, The Head Bitch in Charge calling all the shots baby, Can’t be scared to gamble, gotta role the dice, (Feel Me) Scared money don’t make none
  Verse 1(Rick Ross)
  Shawty look I know my ego looking 40 foot, Big chain not talking bout the naughty look, Mind guardedness' im going for the sparty look, he young and rich and bitch that go without an argument, my kicks Brown now I'm looking for Rihanna nem, smoke junkie kush funkier than Parliament, what's the problem then, girl fuck ya apartment, move in with me on the beach now you top ten, you could do the spa, see the new ?, these my feelings and im really feeling who you are, baby light brown, with the right smile, first lady and she ready for the white house
  Chorus(Ne-Yo)
  Baby you, do shine just like I do, just like you’re supposed to, Everyone knows you’re the boss’s girl, My diamond, envy of all your friends, These moves that we’re making, got us on top of the world, you’re the boss’s girl, oooh, Baby You're The Boss's Girl, Baby You're The Boss's Girl
  Verse 2(Rick Ross)
  Stretch limonzines, tall waterfalls, valley at the crib, my cars I love'em all, boss lady she the head bitch in charge, she ask for head first so she gets it off the top, champagne pop, rubber band knots, ? millionaire, I know that other man not, let her call the shots, she want me on the top, and the way I want it It'll be a month before I stop, kinda walk funny, stumble out the pad, snap of her finger niggas picking up her tab, walking through the mall, got me carrying her bags, I gotta pause cause the mutherfucker bad
  Chorus(Ne-Yo)
  Baby you, do shine just like I do, just like you’re supposed to, Everyone knows you’re the boss’s girl, My diamond, envy of all your friends, These moves that we’re making, got us on top of the world, you’re the boss’s girl, oooh, Baby You're The Boss's Girl, Baby You're The Boss's Girl
  Verse 3(Rick Ross)
  Cruising down Collins, knocking Trick Daddy, when I'm upset all my niggas trigger happy, do me a favor, watch your behavior, cause them insanes will send you straight to your savior, looking at my savings baby I can save ya, take ya para-sailing straight to Jamaica, ya man a bot? boy, what the bumble clot, you deserve better, 6 car garage, come in late night,? airport, as I take flight, I'm your air jordan, we the world champs, come and ball with us, gotta take my time when I put it all in her.
  Chorus(Ne-Yo)

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  Live Fast Die Youngshow lyrics

  Live Fast Die Young

  [Sample]
  [And I wanna show you how you all look like beautiful stars tonight]
  [You've got to feel it]
  [I've got the sign]
  [Kanye West - Chorus]
  They say we can't be livin' like this for the rest of our lives
  Well, we gon' be livin' like this for the rest of tonight
  And you know they gon' be bangin' this shit for rest of our lives
  So live fast and die young, live fast and die young, live fast and die young
  [Rick Ross - Verse 1]
  Livin' fast now it's all linen rags (Unn)
  Hard headed but my top peelin' back
  Tinted glass on my '57, nigga wit' a attitude (Me)
  Young and radical, methods are mathematical (Ha)
  Let my convertible marinade on the avenue
  Mommy that's half a million, I'm livin' la vida happy though
  Die young but fuck it, we flew first class
  Turned you to a rich bitch buy you first class
  Up in this bitch and we lit up like a screen
  Everytime we hit the charts niggas shoot up like a phene (Unn)
  Stuntin' like we printin' money wit' machines
  Which you see me wavin' Visorone Constantine (Unn)
  Like Mike my spikes they all white
  twenty fo' carat gold, baby carats worth of ice
  Ice insured, fuck life insurance
  I live for the moment and put a bullet on it (Boss)
  Got the club rockin' like a fuckin' boat
  I'm the pirate on this ship, all you mates got to go
  The party over here, everybody over here
  You know the word travel fast, everybody know we here (Yeah)
  Bottles over here, even spread it over there
  All the models over here but they swallow everywhere (Yeah)
  She came to party like it's 1999
  If she died on my dick
  She would live through my rhymes
  [Chorus]
  [Kanye West - Verse 2]
  For all my young ladies that's drivin' Miss Daisy
  Drivin' me crazy, rock the beat baby!
  Hop up out the rrrt, she beat up the payment
  I don't give a rrrt, baby he craazzy
  I'm back by unpopular demand, least he still poppin' in Japan
  Shoppin' in Milan, hoppin' out the van
  Screams from the fans
  "Yeezy, always knew you'd be on top againnn"
  And we 'bout to hit Jacob the jeweler
  So I could be like Slick Rick and rule ya
  Dr. Martin Louis the King Jr.
  And I'ma never let the dream turn to Kruegers
  My outfit's so disrespectful
  You could gon' ahead and sneeze 'cause my presence blessed you
  I mean, we walked in this bitch so stylish
  Niggas done mistook me for my stylist
  And I know it's superficial and ya say it's just clothes
  But we shoppin' in that motherfucker and they just closed
  So go ahead and just pose
  When she walked up out the dressin' room
  The store just froze
  And I know, they trying to get their cool back
  And them ghetto bitches hollin' "How you do that?" (Un)
  So they could never say we never lived it
  And if I see Biggie tonight I loved every minute
  [Chorus]
  [Rick Ross - Verse 3]
  Peter piper pickin' peppers, Rick pitched poems
  My leather long enough to keep a thick bitch warm
  When her ass is enormous
  Abs abnormal and tans in the morning on sands in California
  Seems like we gettin' money for the wrong things
  Look around Maseratis for the whole team
  Look at Haiti, children dyin' 'round the clock nigga
  I sent a hundred grand but that's a decent watch nigga
  I'm gettin' better 'cause it would've leased the drop nigga
  I'ma get my money right just watch nigga
  She had a miscarriage I couldn't cry though
  'Cause you and I know she was only my side hoe
  (Un) I got 'em catchin' amnesia
  Time to pull my fuckin' minks out the freezer
  See the links and you just think Jesus
  I'm hot till a day a day freezes
  Young and radical, methods are mathematical
  I multiplied my money through different avenues
  Took many awards
  Shook never before and for my mother I applaud
  Ms. Afeni Shakur
  Ice insured, fuck life insurance
  Three bad bitches, dope come concurrent
  Still, you know the dope won't stop
  If I die today bury me in a dope ass watch
  [Chorus]
  [Sample]
  [Hey, hey, hey, hey]

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  London Skitshow lyrics

  London Skit

  London, England, January
  The weather, gray
  The rain, thick
  I wake up, depression all around me
  Dark thoughts clouding my mind
  And I open the drawer and I see two things
  I see the warm told loafers
  I see the crisp Kashmir socks
  And I know that today is me to be a good day
  A hundred dollars a sock
  Two ankles, you do the math
  Pour them on,
  Socks on the first, followed by the loafers
  Then I know from that day, that week, that month, that year, that decade,
  That millennium
  That we'll be rich forever

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  DJ Khaled Interludeshow lyrics

  DJ Khaled Interlude

  Trilla
  I hope your all enjoying yourselfs
  This is the DJ Khaled throwing down to aka the big dog pitbull terrasquadian aka we da best aka dade county 305 the movement
  We are here forever
  We survive through
  Every storm any weather any road block any fuck nigga
  We here forever and we ain't never gonna stop Rick Ross is the defination of the projects
  Ricky Ross is the defination of the ghetto
  Rick Ross is the defination of the slums
  Rick Ross is the Streets you see
  Rick Ross is like the poor People President he represents the struggle he's the level of the hustle
  I am DJ Khaled and I'm gonna stand beside Rick Ross for the of my life
  through the good times through the bad times see we will never be stopped
  Never cause we the muthafucking best
  Eh yo E class man hold this man my machine broke from countin to much Cash Belive that haha

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  Maybach Music Ivshow lyrics

  Maybach Music Iv

  Yea, such a breath of fresh air
  Get a blowjob, have a seizure on a Lear
  Or get a new car, I could lease it for a year
  Or bring it back tomorrow, that's a lease that disappear
  Count new money, peeling out a venue
  New Maybach after it was discontinued
  Never question mine, my mind is so inventive
  Quadrupled my net worth and threw in a few incentives
  Maybach IV the allure that I adore
  All money game, we got ones in the floor
  See me on the wood, nigga, pause at the game
  Two mil, the jewels, no flaws, ask them lames
  Bow to the boss in the presence of a don
  Started on the corner nigga, didn't have a coin
  Playing my position for a club that I can join
  Never in the draft, but that boy know he going
  Throw me a bone, get me a brick
  That's on the Quran I'ma go and get the chips
  Go and get a rental, I got a cute bitch
  She's showing some potential, so we taking trips
  Nigga, assets last while memories fade
  I'ma, fetch that ass I don't get paid
  I'm a Mike Tyson type of, typewriter sniper
  Double M life 'til a nigga pay the piper
  I love when the beat dip
  Same way I love to see a key flip
  Go and pay your mama house off
  Get sucked off, shorty wipe your mouth off
  I'm alive, you could never write the South off
  South paw, box a nigga like a outlaw
  Quick thinker, big better shut your mouth, wha?
  Black chips, gold bottles ship it out raw
  Pulling up slow, look at that boy
  Young B.I.G., Lil Kim on tour
  Lil Cease with me, all the cheese with me
  All the g's with me, Maybach Eazy-E
  The good times don't last long
  Just rewind the last song
  We all shared some great times
  As I read some great rhymes
  What we does, is what dreams are made of
  Come and get your love, all of this love
  500 for the car that I got on the strip
  That's another 100, what I got on my wrist
  800 for the jar that I'm about to twist
  It's a female strand, you know life's a bitch
  As I get high, move my curtains to the side
  Age like fine wine, ambitions they never die
  Niggas get abused like boys at Penn State
  Greatest that ever did it, decided my own fate
  Dreams, everything that we are
  The life that we're living, baby it's ours
  Dreams, money, homes, and cars
  Baby that's a given, I'm talking about every fantasy
  Be good real with me, don't miss something good, oh
  Baby come with me and live the dream
  It's a whole 'nother different element
  It's Maybach roman numeral four
  You couldn't fathom this, you couldn't imagine this
  You can't produce this, you won't reproduce this
  I'll be dreaming of you
  I'll be dreaming of you
  You'll be making it come true
  I'll be dreaming of you
  I'll be dreaming of you
  I'll be dreaming of you
  You'll be making it come true
  I'll be dreaming of you
  Yessir
  This is LA Reid
  It takes a boss to know a boss
  It takes greatness to recognize greatness

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  Mc Hammershow lyrics

  Mc Hammer

  whoo (woo,woo,woo)
  whoo (woo,woo,woo)
  MAYBACH MUSIC.. BOSS
  MAYBACH MUSIC.. RICKY ROSS
  MAYBACH MUSIC.. ITS TRIPPLE C's
  MAYBACH MUSIC.. COLOR CUT CLARIY
  my gun dirty, my brick clean
  im ridding dirty, my dick clean
  she talk dirty but her mouth clean
  bitch im MC hammer.. im about cream
  i got 30 cars, hole lot of dancers
  I take them everywhere.. im MC hammer
  started selling dough, im too legit to quit
  when its hammer time, im pulling out the stick
  im at the car lot, im going broke
  I pay for 5, they find a couple more
  I take them home, like I do my hoes
  I dress them up, I buy them clothes
  glass slippers, I gas's hoes
  now she's acting brand new on you assholes
  limousines, I did that, two door coops boy I live that
  my top back, im circumcised
  I pull it back, just to go inside
  she thinking folic, im thinking wings stop
  feening lemon pepper, I got my thing cocked
  black bat mobile, its only new Ferrari
  its called scaglietti one button like a Atari
  im just advising, my profit is rising
  niggas buying stocks any nigga like a verizon
  my gun dirty, my brick clean
  im ridding dirty, my dick clean
  she talk dirty but her mouth clean
  bitch im MC hammer.. im about cream
  I got 30 cars, hole lot of dancers
  I take them everywhere.. im MC hammer
  started selling dough, im too legit to quit
  when its hammer time, im pulling out the stick
  I got the porche, I was so ecstatic
  100 grand a day my operation is so elaborate
  credit card sqeems, that was for the faggots
  mother fuck window shopping boy I gotta have it
  now my shit be booming all across the atlas
  puchi puchi money long now we call him alex
  hade to move from daisy cuz that shit went local
  pick up the mansion and I sat that bitch back down in bocal
  my badest bitch is latin but they call me loco
  till I fuck them in the ass out in Acapulco
  im thinkin money every moment thinkin money
  I bust a nut then im back to thinkin money
  my wrist froze my mind blow im off slow my eyes closed
  you gotta judge a man by his principles
  Teflon don, I am invincible
  my gun dirty, my brick clean
  im ridding dirty, my dick clean
  she talk dirty but her mouth clean
  bitch im MC hammer.. im about cream
  I got 30 cars, hole lot of dancers
  I take them everywhere.. im MC hammer
  started selling dough, im too legit to quit

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  Made Menshow lyrics

  Made Men

  Featuring: Drake
  [Rick Ross]
  Two door Bugatti coupe
  I call it Katy Perry
  Wiz Khalifa papers
  Smokin my favorite berry's
  F65 I call it Rihanna
  It got a red top but it's white like Madonna
  Made man, you hear what I said
  having a slumber party all my bitches counting bread
  made man, also known as Papi Chulo
  and I'm running straight up in the culo
  my wrist always on frio, call me chilly chill
  super head and super head, and I really will
  Californication, Motivation in my pocket
  got on my blue Dickie, shout out my n-gga Rocky
  still smoking sickie, it aint no other option
  not for made n-ggas and I'm never stopping
  I raised the bar, I set the standards
  my yayo, Usher Raymond, that b-tch just keep on dancing
  dollar bills on top of dollar bills
  thats all I'm throwing, if she wont her momma will
  made n-ggas, talking a lot of skrill
  8 digits a n-gga tryna live
  made man, you hear what I said
  I got a hundred squares
  if you scared, called the feds
  made men, I'm screaming dollar bills
  park the trunk on the Porsche
  there they go, Dollar bills
  [Drake]
  Riding round the city, plastic cup of Henny
  find a n-gga like me, truth to be told, I don't know many
  I say shout my driver Lauren, thats 62 with curtains
  cant see shit, I don't know where the f-ck I'm at for certain
  when it boils down, I'm just a T.O n-gga
  but bitches tell me that I just look like a creole n-gga
  New Orleans know it's love, everytime I'm in town
  shout out my n-gga tens, thats my brother my round

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  Maybach Music IIIshow lyrics

  Maybach Music III

  (T.I.)
  My garage is flawless
  under a hundred thou when allowed
  Maybach triple white like I'm riding in a cloud
  no denim on my seats,
  baby you gon' need a towel
  ride sexy through the city see me you will be aroused
  my bankroll so well endowed
  pull b-tches from M.I.A. to A.T.L. in style
  and in crowds catch me in town
  only stripping vegas
  chillin' been in b-tches' faces with babies
  b-tch bite yo' tongue,
  this just ain't a Mercedes,
  tell the A.T.F. I'm riding with another 380,
  ask my car costs,
  y'all thought I would fall off,
  that was just a small loss,
  we can have a ball off,
  fly to N.Y. meet me at the Wall though,
  the story 'n' architecture Victorian,
  ridin' in the past like you're drivin' a Delorean,
  hard times never heard of those,
  in the back, my feet kicked up,
  get my d-ck sucked,
  with the curtains closed,
  and for the record kid,
  my final question is,
  how yo' b-tch gon' feel in that when you two pull up next to this?
  Ahhahaha
  MAYBACH MUSIC N-GGA!
  (Erykah Badu)[Chorus]
  Everybody knows,
  how the story goes,
  money and the clothes,
  they gon' come and go,
  but guess who stays the same,
  they gon' see the name,
  stroll real slow,
  where your colors roll,
  (Jadakiss)
  Yo the piff that I'm blowin' on's f-cking up the ozone,
  plus I keep a d-pe line similar to Cold Stone's (uh),
  Ice cream (uh), pipe dreams
  is what they have when I pull up in that light thing (yeah),
  I put a hurtin' on, I got the curtains drawn,
  whoever ain't gettin' sh-ted on, I'm squirtin' on,
  I'm in that 6 doin' 57 for the health,
  chopper in the trunk, 45 for the belt,
  bunch of wax dummies all you guys gonna melt,
  live for your kids, die for yourself,
  bottles in the sky if you ride for the wealth,
  peas on the block,
  pies on the shelf,
  came in the back of the back,
  I ain't did nothin' else
  ahaha I'm somthin' else.
  [Chorus]
  (Rick Ross)
  uhhh,
  cigar please,
  I came alive like a moff in the Summer time,
  Japanese wheel blades all samurai,
  shine brighter than them b-tches on the other side,
  time to make a blind mother f-cker recognize,
  amunition got the competion nonexistent,
  had the bubble crack but didn't have a pot to piss it,
  I'll double that the day you try to knock a n-gga,
  street scholar graduated, no father figure,
  still tote chrome, check my chromisomes,
  meet me halfway with things and a mobile home,
  money machines yeah they lean like a mobile phone,
  I'm a seven-up I need a coca-cola loan,
  I'm in the hood like I'm James Evans,
  cashmere hand-made sweater,
  me and money got a vendetta,
  lookin' back to tell the truth I could'a did betta,
  parents never had a good job,
  now its Black American Express cards,
  {Maybach Music}

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  Mmg The World Is Oursshow lyrics

  Mmg The World Is Ours

  [hook]
  here we are, the world is ours
  from the block to boulevard
  the rain is gone
  the rain is gone
  (wooh wooh)
  the rain is gone
  from the block to boulevard
  (wooh wooh)
  the rain is gone
  the rain is..
  [rick ross - verse 1]
  i'm feelin myself, hope you feelin me too
  god forgives and i don't
  unforgettable dude
  i'm ballin my nigga, and that's word to your mama
  i want you to ride, definition of honor
  honor that brother but murder these hoes
  always pay your taxes, never pay these hoes
  always making moves, i didn't make the rules
  i'm just making ends meet with this plate of food
  went from spaghetti o's to a new set of vogues
  back to square one, we still was selling those
  my tribe called quest, shit was nice dogg
  gucci was q-tip, i was phife dog
  on the world tours with all the wrong whores
  had the right ideas, and all the wrong stores
  timing is everything, rhyming is everything
  geechi liberace, put diamonds in everything
  [hook]
  [pharrell]
  they say skateboard, you racist, you only hang with white cubans
  nonsense, that's the necklace nigga, the light's moving
  this is jewelry, that shit is foolery
  frozen water on my neck nigga, who's cool as me?
  up in mansions like the black kurt cobain
  my nigga ross said he's the boss cause he works cocaine
  and under no certain circumstances
  would the fastest of the diamonds not be disrespectful and hurt yo chain
  and your feelings, yeah they villains but i'm chillin
  i'm still a nerd, millions and millions and millions off a verse?
  my niggas be stealin' and killin' and thrillin' for the birds
  making deals squeezing life outta the next ?
  i'm on my iphone, bitches put their naked pictures on my ipad
  the doors go up and igone
  black boy scorin' his life, i'm scorin' the oscars
  remember i used to want a pasha and eat some lobster
  but now i eat the apple, with my ap
  your life and your wrist got the wrong timing, you hate me
  says the little boy that loves you
  who had the ashy feet
  now wear the ashy white suit, out in fashion week
  where the upper classes meet, thats just me
  i smash the beat..
  [hook]
  [meek mill]
  dedication and motivation
  gave them motors to hate me
  old homies betrayed me
  running around saying they made me
  but when i had a quarter they had 4 and the baby
  it was a whole different story but f-ck 'em thme niggas is shady
  now i'm self-made, self-paid, and i give myself a raise
  whole circle shining nigga, never had them selfish ways
  never had nobody tell me "go and get a tummy shake"
  had to learn on my own
  ask my momma, i was gone
  puffin purple getting stoned
  tryna take the pain away
  now its rolls royce's, umbrella's for a rainy day
  old heads told me "young fella, this ain't the game to play!"
  had to take a chance told the dealer "deal my hand"
  and now that nigga's gettin' murdered, shit is getting scary
  i put ? on the ghost
  i'm screaming bloody mary! nigga, bloody mary, bloody mary, bloody mary
  let 'em cross the line at scrimmage they get f-cking buried
  they had me cutting through that field just like a russian
  was playing with hammers, had them birds but we don't fuck with larry
  i was just trying to ball, ducking d's and grinding raw
  but now i'm pulling up in that thing, them niggas gone need some tylenol
  i'm gone!
  [hook]
  [stalley]
  i'm staring at my notepad like goodbye to my broke past
  words full of money, use dollar signs as my periods, i'm gettin money. period!
  they said i got a old soul and i'm rich nigga spirited
  so one time for the old-timers and two for the new school
  three for my geechie niggas with big rollies in that new coupe
  blowing on loud, sippin on that dirty juice
  with a trade deuce livin life like they ain't made loot
  cuz whats here today could be gone tomorrow so i'mma get it myself
  i ain't known to ball, make sure my kids is straight in case i'm gone tomorrow
  young bonapart, i'm noah dawg, like chi ali, dark shades like cool moe dee
  cool fly nigga is who i be
  big chain with a bigger charm, leavin' with a bad chick under my arm
  geechi liberace, diamonds on everything, even my posse
  (diamonds on everything, even my posse)

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  Mmg Untouchableshow lyrics

  Mmg Untouchable

  When you get a lil' paper, get ready for haters
  They standin' in line, they all suffer from vapors
  I got me a ghost, I took off the tint
  Bitch look at my face, I'm a grown ass man
  I'm buying real estate and I'm buildin' my plans
  Can't name a realer place, goin' gram for gram
  And all the killas hate, know who the fuck I am
  Look in a nigga face, watch me count my grams
  My dog my trigga mate, and we bout them games
  I'm talking trigga plate never safe for lames
  Just beat another charge, made 'em drop that case
  My lawyers goin hard, a nigga versus the state
  Just bought another car, had to drop that top
  For 200 dollars, she'll suck that cock
  Cause when you seen with me I'mma up that stock
  I got that green with me, Gucci got those blocks
  And then the cheese drippin, I like my nachos hot
  As far as green niggas, yeah you might get got
  Breaking down my key, trying to see me the most
  Greenhouse on the couch, nigga see ? toast
  Niggas makin' the threats, you could put 'em on Twitter
  But out of respect I handle mine like a killer
  I'm runnin' the city like a pair of new J's
  Maybe the ? in the luggage, I got these hoes in a daze
  Pan America raised, sippin Cir'c lemonade
  Baby drop me a eighth and baby boy straignt
  In the back of the ghost, I can't hear no whispers

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  Mickey D's (ft. Laudie)show lyrics

  Mickey D's (ft. Laudie)

  pull up to the mickey d's serve a nigger real quick
  pull up to the mickey d's serve a nigger real quick
  i was sixteen get them for the fifteen
  i was eighteen robbing like fifteen
  pull up to the mickey d's serve a nigger real quick
  pull up to the mickey d's serve a nigger real quick
  i was sixteen get them for the fifteen
  i was eighteen robbing like fifteen
  what is good is for the .. she got nothing ..
  i am gonna call my amigo .. what about the
  you are gonna be some columbiano .. we are gonna ship it to the ..
  we are gonna leave it on the caro .. americano
  pull up to the mickey d's serve a nigger real quick
  pull up to the mickey d's serve a nigger real quick
  i was sixteen get them for the fifteen
  i was eighteen robbing like fifteen
  pull up to the mickey d's serve a nigger real quick
  pull up to the mickey d's serve a nigger real quick
  i was sixteen get them for the fifteen
  i was eighteen robbing like fifteen
  only the best only the best .. only the fresh
  now you are knowing the fresh .. walking like a d boy
  cause i am d man
  pull up to the mickey d's serve a nigger real quick
  pull up to the mickey d's serve a nigger real quick
  pull up to the mickey d's serve a nigger real quick
  pull up to the mickey d's serve a nigger real quick
  i was sixteen get them for the fifteen
  i was eighteen robbing like fifteen
  pull up to the mickey d's serve a nigger real quick
  pull up to the mickey d's serve a nigger real quick
  i was sixteen get them for the fifteen
  i was eighteen robbing like fifteen
  i am turning sixteen
  i was sixteen getting for fifteen
  .. batches so real bitches so real
  that i s why i am ripping .. thousand dollars for oat meal
  what are you sipping on
  pull up to the mickey d's serve a nigger real quick
  pull up to the mickey d's serve a nigger real quick
  i was sixteen get them for the fifteen
  i was eighteen robbing like fifteen
  pull up to the mickey d's serve a nigger real quick
  pull up to the mickey d's serve a nigger real quick
  i was sixteen get them for the fifteen

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  Mine Gamesshow lyrics

  Mine Games

  [Kelly Rowland - Chorus]
  You don't have to play mine games
  Just tell what's yours, it is mine
  And even when you're far away, far away
  You come back to me every time
  It's just me and my baby in the end of the day
  We ain't gotta play no mine games, mine games
  [Bridge]
  The sky is the limit
  Let's take over the world
  And everything in it
  Yeah me and baby gonna ride to the finish
  Down from beginning
  Ooh what a feeling, Ooh what a feeling
  [Kelly Rowland - Chorus]
  You don't have to play mine games
  Just tell what's yours, it is mine
  And even when you're far away, far away
  You come back to me every time
  It's just me and my baby in the end of the day

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  All I Have In This World (Japanese Denim)show lyrics

  All I Have In This World (Japanese Denim)

  Okaaaay, I'm reloaded (Ain't expect this)
  The homey, Elvis Freshly (Uh, Huuh) and Rick Ross-teen (Nigga)
  He Back (I see ya, nigga)
  I'm back (I smell that money)
  I'm back (Yeah)
  I'm back (Talk to me, nigga)
  I'm talkin Japanese Denim (Boss), money stuffed in 'em
  Got the coolest of the cars and the baddest of the women (Whaaaat)
  (All I have in this world (Boss), all I have in this world (Boss)
  All I have in this world (Boss), all I have in this world (Boss))
  (Boss) Heeeey, I'ma work it on the corner (Yeah), work it on the block (Yeah)
  Work it till they love me, baby work it till it's hot (Boss)
  (All I have in this world (Boss), all I have in this world (Boss)
  All I have in this world (Boss), all I have in this world (Boss))
  I left the ? in the house and I let's my bitch drive
  Twenty dischange I goes to this five
  No it's not the solid treatment I let's the bitch vibe
  Fire up the kush she hit it now this ?
  Now imagine how she look with carties and thick thighs
  Put her on the payroll 'cuz flat out she get's down
  See that ass from the side that's before she sits down
  And her mouth get wet as a bottle of Crystal
  Niggas lookin at me, pa but I'm packin a pistol
  F**k kicked out, bitch I'm tearin this shit down
  Yeah my chevy sittin high so it's hard to get down
  Watch that dick standin up, girl it's hard to get down
  Got them chickens in the dress so I hardly sit down
  Some problem Alphabet Boys get them charges to stick now
  Bitch, you ain't gotta guess it's me and Mannie Fresh
  You know we gettin money by the way a nigga dress
  I'm talkin Japanese Denim, money stuffed in 'em
  Got the coolest of the cars and the baddest of the women
  (All I have in this world, all I have in this world
  All I have in this world, all I have in this world)
  Heeeey, I'ma work it on the corner, work it on the block
  Work it till they love me, baby work it till it's hot
  (All I have in this world, all I have in this world
  All I have in this world, all I have in this world)
  Smokin us a teefer name of the reefer
  The cloud so thick pussy nigga I don't see ya
  Your hoe so thick pussy nigga she don't see ya
  Your hoe so thick pussy nigga she don't need ya
  My hoes so thick pussy nigga they ain't nothin
  I don't love that hoe pussy nigga there ain't nothin
  My money so long his money ain't nothin
  My money in front of me his money just frontin
  You know the routine in movin a few things
  Rollin on two benz in them new blue jeans
  Japanese Denim money stuffed in 'em
  twenty something cars, motherf**ker I'm winnin
  I'm talkin Japanese Denim, money stuffed in 'em
  Got the coolest of the cars and the baddest of the women
  (All I have in this world, all I have in this world
  All I have in this world, all I have in this world)
  Heeeey, I'ma work it on the corner, work it on the block
  Work it till they love me, baby work it till it's hot
  (All I have in this world, all I have in this world
  All I have in this world, all I have in this world)
  Sippin on that Remy outside of the club
  Got me trippin like I'm Remy outside of the club
  Yeah them bitches comin with me I'm shinin like a bug
  I don't even think it's tricky just temporary love
  Chickens pullin on my shirt I'm just worried about the chains
  Tattoos ?? I debut LeBron James
  Came back Mike Vick I buried ya dog brains
  Y'all ducks want the birds if not just keep walkin
  Got the top down and I'm feelin like Steve Austin
  You know the routine still movin a few things
  Rollin I'm too biz in them new blue jeans
  I'm talkin' Japanese Denim, money stuffed in 'em
  Got the coolest of the cars and the baddest of the women
  (All I have in this world, all I have in this world
  All I have in this world, all I have in this world)
  Heeeey, I'ma work it on the corner, work it on the block
  Work it till they love me, baby work it till it's hot
  (All I have in this world, all I have in this world
  All I have in this world, all I have in this world)

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  Billionaire

  Trilla, boss, yeah, Trilla, feels good, baby
  Boss, I done took over the game, nigga
  Hoppin' out the blue gotti with my bellys on
  No underwear nigga, my jeans tight fitted, too nigga
  Jay-Z, wuddup nigg? Yeah, let me fuck with 'em right now
  Niggas want to kidnap, leave me in the trunk
  Walk away with big stacks
  They jealous of the fortune
  Glitz and the fame, my cocaine mortgage
  In the game like Tony Parker
  Snow white range and my partner pocket
  I'm back on them thangs that's my only problem
  Homie, I put that on my only mamma
  Still rollin' with the 4, 5th, now that I'm rich
  Got these broke niggas so sick
  And my daughters college pre-paid, she straight
  Say thanks to the D game
  In that phantom on that Tupac
  Ridin' through the ghetto like I'm lookin' for a new spot
  Naw, but I'm well established
  I fuck with heroin 'cause it sells the fastest
  I'ma ride 'bout mine and I wouldn't tell a lie
  Take it out of town go and get my money right
  And if it ain't 'bout cash, I don't really care
  I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire
  I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire
  I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire
  If it ain't 'bout cash, I don't really care
  I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire
  A bitch try to stick me
  'Cause you fuck me don't mean you can kiss me
  Naw, I only fuck with the OG's
  The ones that won't turn you in to the police
  On the run, I'm thru' wit nigga four keys
  ID's, passports, it was so sweet
  Front yard still a car show, blue gotti to gotti, I'm a rocko
  I won't let the roof up, kingdom come, princess Amunda
  To be loved, to be loved, oh, what a feeling for me to be loved
  Haters want to murder me and I can smell a hit
  So it's music to my ears every time I feel a clip
  I'm a card shark up in a hard rock
  Twenty grand a hand, baby, jamin' the ipod
  I'ma ride 'bout mine and I wouldn't tell a lie
  Take it out of town go and get my money right
  And if it ain't 'bout cash, I don't really care
  I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire
  I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire
  I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire
  If it ain't 'bout cash, I don't really care
  I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire
  Boss, hit a hundred grand in a day damn
  Whip that white girl just like K-Fed
  Got me a white girl, I fuck till her face red
  Yeah, her food tastes bad, but she givin' great head
  Please, let me say that, I really love her fat ass
  [Incomprehensible] to the dealership, and she can, she can get that
  My heart in the ghetto, I'm married to the projects
  I ride with AR, in case a nigga start shit
  I'ma ride 'bout mine and I wouldn't tell a lie
  Take it out of town go and get my money right
  And if it ain't 'bout cash, I don't really care
  I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire
  I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire
  I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire
  If it ain't 'bout cash, I don't really care
  I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire
  Triple C, when y'all stoppin' me
  Told you all niggas in '95, I was worth two million
  Now it's a way and I got ten in the bank nigga
  What else y'all got from Nick? I wanna see
  I need yours to own, God, niggas gettin' washed out
  And that's alright, I've been lettin' it be slightly
  Like that they will prob'ly like
  Tryna make some kinda moves, man
  Yes, I got a Vuitton, four shades, nigga
  I gotta all new look, alright, you know
  Ever since I got my W2 bracket, fear me
  I got plans for you niggas, man
  Murder's not a problem
  I'm the boss, still comin' down, 183rd, nigga
  They gave you up on the 305, 47 A6, it's all the same game
  Posted up in front of Papa's
  And the Maybach [Incomprehensible] scenes
  Triple C's like, boss, church

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  Chevy Anthem

  (Intro)
  Remix! (Rick Ross)
  Remix! (Rick Ross)
  Remix! (Rick Ross)
  Chevy Ridin High Boy (Yo Gotti)
  Its Rickey Ross (Rick Ross)
  Mon E. G. (Mon E. G.)
  Its Mon E. G. (Rick Ross)
  Rickey Ross (Mon E. G.)
  Its Rickey Ross (Rick Ross)
  Mon E. G. (Mon E. G.)
  And Mon E. G. (Rick Ross)
  Yo Gotti! (Yo Gotti)
  (Yo Gotti)
  I remember my first Chevy 73'
  I was 17 ridin wit a whole B
  It was money green, fat boy triple gold
  Tha 20's era, right when we stop ridin fo's
  Lamb'd up ride, 30 inch rims glide
  6 feet off tha ground make it hard fa you ta see inside
  Surround sound like a motion picture
  aquafina rims got my ocean spinnas
  Hit a button, car crank up
  Notha button, do' lift up
  People lookin, what tha fuck
  What is that, a car or truck
  Hit tha lot, drop tha top
  Bitch jump in, late ta block
  VIP done killed tha club, headed ta my otha spot
  Mashin off 454, look like Im passin off
  Rubba burnin, passin yawl
  Rims damn near fallin off
  Yo Gotti, hell naw I aint petty
  So I wanna welcome my haters ta my 100 grand Chevy
  (Chorus 2x)
  Chevy ridin high boy (Mon E. G.)
  My Chevy stay fly (Yo Gotti)
  Got me and yo baby mama (Mon E. G.)
  Sittin off in tha sky (Yo Gotti)
  Mon E. G. (Mon E. G.)
  Yo Gotti (Yo Gotti)
  Its Rickey Ross (Rick Ross)
  No lie (Mon E. G.)
  Its tha (Mon E. G.)
  Chevy Anthem Remix, my Chevy Ridin High (Yo Gotti)
  Yes Sir! (Mon E. G.)
  (Mon E. G.)
  Chevy ridin high, blue candy paint make my teeth hurt
  30's on them low pros, gas brake skee skurt
  Suicide doors wit tha stick in tha floor
  My whole arm stay icy, keep my dick in ya whore
  You dont really wanna race me at tha light, red green take flight
  Glass packs loud pipes, tv's are too bright
  Outta spite, Ima turn up tha sound ta drown ya music
  Cocaine white charger, reminiscin tha Cool Whip
  2 seconds done dipped, smashed out in tha glass house
  West Coast mentallity, here ta switch drop tha ass out
  Im out on errthang, underdog, deadly game, big block super fast, put that on errthang
  You can call me Diddy like Sean, hit the bar team winnin
  Feelin good like we winnin tha World Series in tha 9th innin
  Free ya mind like John Lennon, interior blue lemon
  Cuz Im true to every sentence ball out like tha Pistons
  (Chorus 2x)
  (Rick Ross)
  I started sellin weed dreamin of a 7-3
  Dat didnt cut it so fuck it we out here sellin keys
  Now my roof suede, and my seats gator
  I aint want tints, I like to see haters
  We rollin back to back, and we rollin slow
  Whitney Houston wit me, nigga Im talkin blow
  You suckas talkin slow, im talkin to who coppin mo
  They talkin sideways, thats what tha choppas fo’
  Sittin on them silver datins, bumpin that bigga rankin
  I blew out tha brains, fuck what them niggas thinkin
  Multi-millionaire, started wit crack crumbs
  So when you hear them glass packs, its time to act up
  (Chorus 2x)

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  So Sophisticated

  [Intro: Rick Ross]
  This shit is highly sophisticated I just make it look easy nigga
  Follow me
  [Verse 1: Rick Ross]
  I'm so sophisticated
  To get a verse from me, you gotta be initiated
  To get a purse from me, she gotta be sophisticated
  Purchase a whip from me and never miss a single payment
  I'm from the city where the Muslims even Christians hate it
  Even the black folk hate to see another nigga made it
  Tell all them pussies to chill, champagne refrigerated
  Just bought a chopper 'cause the last one, got it confiscated
  Counting a hundred mill so many times, I contemplated
  You wanna be the hottest but that shit get complicated
  I pull your card, I know you're pussy by your conversation
  Show you the safe, you'll have to kill me for that combination
  Made another two milli just off the compilation
  I just hit a lick, I'm telling you this shit amazing
  Got a white bitch, she fucking me just like she Jamaican
  Sippin' purple and that muthafucker concentrated
  This for my niggas in them prisons, overpopulated
  [Hook: Rick Ross]
  This the mob so you gotta get initiated
  If you a mob, then you gotta make an issue payment
  We going hard, run it back just like it's Walter Payton
  The game's sweet, gave all my niggas an occupation (Ugh)
  We so sophisticated (Ugh)
  Shit so sophisticated (Woop)
  Hundred millionaires, guess you made it (Ugh)
  [Verse 2: Rick Ross]
  I'm so sophisticated
  Smoking weed, busting open dolla liquor later
  I bust her open then I tell her I'ma lick her later
  Pull out the stick and spray that bitch just like it's activator
  Time to lay down these niggas who still be masquerading
  We know you pussies, so you got my niggas masturbating
  Round of applause 'cause them choppers be so captivating
  So sophisticated 'cause them hits be calculated
  Put yo dick in the dirt, now you decapitated
  I'm getting money so you'll never hear me talking petty
  Tatted on my stomach, rich forever, Makaveli
  Fifty million, hundred million, it's accumulating
  I'm the hottest and these other niggas cooling, ain't it
  I got a bitch I'm fucking that you see on BET
  My lil' Haiti shooters will have yo ass on TMZ
  Breaking news and we still get them for 10 a key
  And if he faking, fuck him, tell them niggas "C'est la vie"
  [Hook]
  [Verse 3: Meek Mill]
  Shittin' on these haters, ball hard D-Waders
  Ever since I got money, e'rybody need favors
  That's why I ain't got no homies, and I ain't got no neighbors
  But I be on my grind like I ain't got no paper
  But I'm so rich and I got yo bitch
  All in my whip and she all on my dick
  With a hand on my stick, tryna live in my crib
  'Cause I handle my shit like a candle got lit
  'Cause I burn shit down, yea I'm in my bag
  And these nigg** so mad it's my turn now
  And I get that cash, my bitch so bad, she know sophisticated
  I'm balling hard, fucking bitches and ain't got shit for haters
  I hang my arm out the window now watch me get the paper
  My neck so frosty, you frauding, yo shit refrigerator
  Boy you an imitator
  You ain't got no M's in yo account, I never ask my amount
  Treat that bad bitch like a bad check 'cause I cash that and I bounce
  I ain't never had shit but I grab shit and I cashed out on that ounce
  And I flipped that to a bird and bounced back like word

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  Sixteenshow lyrics

  Sixteen

  When 16 ain't enough...
  It's funny niggas, it's been on my mind lately
  Having a dope beat, dope idea...
  16 bars ain't enough!
  How the fuck can I squeeze my whole life into a 16 bar verse?
  So many different levels
  I know y'all gonna feel me on this one...
  It's funny how things change, funny how time fly
  More than my feet drivin' me, more that I feel fly
  More that I make now, the more that the chicks smile
  She call me a local nigga, I opened a Swiss account
  Eisenhower status Etta James on the dash
  John Coltrane cruising in the Cadillac Seville
  Feel my life on the real
  We the Lost Boys so this is a world premiere
  Rolling like Mick Jagger, the women just getting badder
  All I see is the money, cream, Eric Clapton
  And all I wanted was 1 16... ain't enough
  Talking that fast money 15 every month
  When people live poor, that motivated me more
  Everything I ever wore was once worn before
  Roll with the punches like it's box office numbers
  Dressed like Sammy Davis
  Steamin' my marijuana
  Double MMGs, double M keys
  We in every hood, nigga: government cheese
  Yacht to Yacht? Old Dirty Bastard
  Floor seat for the Heat paper that I'm stackin
  Better put away a penny for the rainy days
  ? like Scottie Pippen
  Started with a scribble, now I'm flowing like a river
  She say my heart cold I'm naming my son December
  Whitney died night before the Grammys – damn, what a memory
  Trump Towers and I started with a 10 speed
  Growing broke had to use a nigga's instincts
  Now I get a hundred racks for the 16
  Waking up to take you baking you're my thick queen
  ? I just watch it on the big screen
  3 stacks on the feet and it fits me
  16 ain't enough...
  [Andre 3k]
  You know sometimes you got so much to say but...
  *16 ain't enough*
  They only give you 16, heh...
  It's like... You got so much to say
  The world has said so much to me, I just wanna give right back to her
  But... I only get 16
  I really can't say what I wanna say, you know it's just a glimpse
  Just a single glimpse
  Anyway, this is too much talkin'...
  Andre 3k:
  Summer '88, or was it '89
  Or was it winter-time
  Ah, nevermind
  I'm in my room, boomin, drawin LL Cool J album covers with crayolas on
  Construction paper
  I'm trying to fuck my neighbor
  I'm tryna hook my waves up
  I'm tryna pull my grades up
  To get them saddle lace ups
  Before Le marc was Jacob
  Before them girls wore makeup
  Before my voice would break up
  Before we'd tour them shake clubs
  Before my mama wake up
  Before my palms would cake up
  Before they told me they love me and we'll never breakup
  Before the time she makes love to someone that I was my homeboy
  My homeboy, my boy bust, I run now
  I don't budge, don't want much
  Just a roof and porch
  And a porsche, and a horse and unfortunately
  But of course an assortment of tortures that scorches the skin when they
  Enter
  And true? too thirsty
  At a lousy job, housing god if he let's lucifer let loose on us
  That new song that won't loosen up but loose enough to juice us up
  Make us think we do so much and do it big
  Like they don't love us man, I can't pretend
  But I admit it, it feel good when the hood pseudo-celebrate
  Hence why every time we dine we eat until our belly aches
  Then go grab the finest wine and drink it like we know which grape and
  Which region it came from
  As if we can name em, hint hint, it ain't um Welch's
  Hell just fell three thousand more degrees cooler
  Ya'll can't measure my worth, but when you try
  You'll need a ruler made by all the Greek gods
  Because the odds have always been stacked against me
  The backs against the wall
  I feel right at home, y'all sitting right at home
  All Kelly green with envy while I'm jelly beans descending
  Into the palms of a child, looks up at mama and smiles

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  Triple Beam Dreams

  [intro]
  its time to take it to the other side
  the side you gotta watch a&e; cable television for homie
  but we live this shit
  i'm not a star
  but thats a lie
  i've seen a man raise his hand on the stand he testify
  spoke on a homocide
  amongst other things
  even shared my triple beam dreams
  [nas]
  a project minded individual criminal tactics
  us blacks kids born with birth defects, we hyperactive
  mentally sex-crazed dysfunctional they describe us
  they liars, the end of the day, we fucking survivors
  i remember watching scarface the first time
  look at that big house, that porsche paid for by crime
  how could i sell this poison to peoples in my mind
  they dumb to destroy themselves is how i rationalise
  in a bastardised nation, magnum 4.5 carrying
  where i'm from, aint far from washington heights the cop aryan
  a rookie boy the cookie didn't make no profit
  a stranger to the block i damn near had to make them cop it
  it only took a fiend to taste it once to say it's garbage
  i brought it back to poppy, aint tryna take no losses
  he focuses on my emotionless young dealer face then pauses
  he gives me powder he has faith in nases
  ambition's to distribute coke
  had additions to gold chains, mercedes benz hopes
  but i'm again broke
  this shit aint cut for me, other dealers they up their orders
  barely at 62′s they already up they quotas
  they out there everyday, some true hustlas for ya
  i'm at it halfway, none of my customers are loyal
  picturin' piping out the seats of a pathfinder
  powerful pursuit for pussy cash, the flash diamonds
  my junior high school class, wish i stayed there
  illegal entreprenuer i got my grades there
  blaming society, man it wasn't made fair
  i would be ivy league if america played fair
  poor excuse and so i was
  throwin' rocks at the pen just for the love
  evil the secret life of g's
  you seeing my blurry, triple beam dreams
  [rick ross - chorus]
  pocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters
  triple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators
  20 flat screens they got cameras every angle
  dope been coming so you know the income major
  rule number 1 i can't do business with a stranger
  contract killers coming when i feel in danger
  early nineties reminscing when i had a pager
  triple beam dreams now pat riley my neighbour
  [rick ross - verse 2]
  fuck boy talking outta turn nigga
  in a court room spraying like a germ nigga
  25 on a line, them niggas dropping dimes
  cooperation got them red necks dropping time
  khaki suits and them niggas got to acting cute
  we was all cool stacking them acura coupes
  more accurately we acted as if jackin' was cool
  snatching niggas out they shoes then wear their jackets to school
  fuck boy you caught up in my dream
  countin' cream on the cover of a magazine
  i'm the source, got the plug with the uncut
  jay-z blue magic nigga, what! what!
  brand new s class with a meal ticket
  nigga cocaine white as tommy hilfiger
  ralph lauren blue label as i'm gettin' high
  triple beam dreamin' as the cream multiplys
  fuck boy talking outta turn nigga
  'fore you sell dope there's shit you gotta learn nigga
  home invasions, ducktape
  fornicating, counting money with a fuck face
  fucking bitches that be giving up your whereabouts
  slow leaks, gotta air 'em out
  kill 'em all, rolls royce ghost nigga ball
  phantom drop head shit, i had to get 'em all
  niggas hate but they know they never get involved
  food on my plate, fuck 'em all like a
  triple beam dreams, the ghetto's my reality
  i'm from where ya hustle determines ya salary
  6 figure family member, nigga forget about it
  low income housing, nigga try to get up out it
  i got a plan nigga just believe in me
  triple beam dreaming with this thing me
  [rick ross - chorus]
  pocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters
  triple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators
  20 flat screens they got cameras every angle
  dope been coming so you know the income major
  rule number 1: i can't do business with a stranger
  contract killers coming when i feel in danger
  early nineties reminscing when i had a pager

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  Touch 'n You

  Touch’n you, Touch’n you,
  Ross, eh! what’s the problem with these rappers?
  They don’t know how to play it cool, you know?
  I mean there's a time and place for everything
  Been thinking bout you all day
  Right now, it's about that time
  Touch’n you, touch’n you, touch’n you
  Look how you turn me on baby
  (you like when you talk to him, I mean for saying something)
  Singing is beleving, USHER, baby
  Turn the lights on
  [Rick Ross]
  She kissing on me, biting on my bottom lip
  In the gallery all I get is buy me this
  Conversations on the phone until the break of dawn
  Combination to her home, I gotta make her moan
  Mean hustle got me chasing all this fast money
  Viliaci all the sneakers, now she touching cash money
  So sexy in them all black and sepy heels
  50 stacks in her bag so she know it’s real
  Top of the Ferrari now we thugged out
  Smoking on that callie bumping 2Pac
  It’s me against the world now what’s your phone number
  Jumping in that range rover and I’m coming over!
  [Usher]
  Touch’n you, touch’n you
  Been thinking bout you all day
  Touch’n you, touch’n you
  Still can’t get my mind off your body
  I’m day dreaming 'bout, look how you turn me on baby
  Touch’n you, touch’n you
  Cause nobody confess to your body
  Every time you let me touch
  Touch’n you, touch’n you
  And every time you let me
  Nobody compare to your body, yeah
  Touch’n you, touch’n you
  [Rick Ross]
  I think I wanna put a ring on it
  I think I wanna tat her name on me
  I had a lot of sexy women, but this is not the same for me
  Bounce, love it how she always make it bounce
  Rose petals on her bed, I walk in unannounced
  I love it when she speak a different language (papito!)
  I touch her in so many different langus
  Born stunna and my baby so stunning
  Wanna, but she find them so funny
  I’m getting money, living like the most wanted
  She all I ever needed, now I think it's her body
  [Usher]
  Touch’n you, touch’n you
  Been thinking bout you all day
  Touch’n you, touch’n you
  Still can’t get my mind off your body
  I’m day dreaming 'bout, look how you turn me on baby
  Touch’n you, touch’n you
  Cause nobody confess to your body
  Every time you let me touch
  Touch’n you, touch’n you
  And every time you let me
  Nobody compare to your body, yeah
  Touch’n you, touch’n you
  [Rick Ross]
  Pink champagne for my dame piece
  In the sheets you know I flip her like a 9 piece
  In the streets you know I’m eating like a lion feast
  Lick a nipple tryna tickle all the finer things
  Keys to the crib, keep it treal, time to handle bizz
  Big dreamer, new beamer, just the realest
  Cover of the source, owner of the Porsche
  Killing all haters, showing no remorse
  Knocking at the door, she recognize the voice
  I’m not them other boys, she know I shine the most
  She modeling a lot I know she on the go
  Another bottle of Siroc, baby let’s have a toast
  [Usher]
  Touch’n you, touch’n you
  Been thinking bout you all day
  Touch’n you, touch’n you
  Still can’t get my mind off your body
  I’m day dreaming 'bout, look how you turn me on baby
  Touch’n you, touch’n you
  Cause nobody confess to your body
  Every time you let me touch
  Touch’n you, touch’n you
  And every time you let me
  Nobody compare to your body, yeah

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  The Transporter

  One time for the n-ggas that’s huggin’ the block
  Two times for the boys thats bubblin’ rock
  Three times for the G’s including myself
  Four times for the brothers that’s reachin’ the wealth
  Five times for the hustle I taught it myself
  Transporter I bought it myself
  I bought it myself
  N-ggas major, taylor two’s? the newest gators
  Gangsta, I’m muthaf-ckin’ Albert Anastasia
  Michael Corleone, presidential Rolly on
  Net worth unknown, closet full of Skull and Bones
  Silver spurs come his and hers, just live and learn
  Snipers on the roof’s for troops, that’s for whom it concern’s
  Applaud the whore’s abroad awaiting my return
  Ressurected like Makaveli, pray my soul burns
  Sole supplier for cocaine in southern states
  Sending sack city to city, be back in a couple days
  Don’t get me started, I make triple in fickle markets
  My profit margin’ll have all you local n-ggas starvin’
  One time for the n-ggas that’s huggin’ the block
  Two times for the boys thats bubblin’ rock
  Three times for my borhters who reachin’ the wealth
  Four times for the G’s including myself
  Thinking back when a n-gga never had a quarter
  Much love for the b-tches wearing something shorter
  Five times for the trap, got a n-gga ballin’
  But I gotta take my hat off to the Transporter
  When I’m looking for a certain feeling, gotta hit it raw
  Look up to my ceiling ladies, chandeliers galore
  Look into my closet then you know I love couture
  Even more shoe collection too fly for the f-cking floor
  Shelves, Louis V in shelves
  Shoot the f-cking stylist we gon’ find this shit ourselves
  Audemar was designed by Swizz Beatz
  Black face black ben on stitching is a beast
  They say the least I am extradinaire
  Transporter yeah I bought it, yeah pistols in the air
  Sole supplier for cocaine in southern states
  Sending sack city to city, back in a couple days
  Don’t get me started, I make triple in fickle markets
  My profit margin’ll have all these local n-ggas starvin’
  I got the thangs, I’mma tell ya once
  Better have your money right, you won’t see me for months
  One time for the n-ggas that’s huggin’ the block
  Two times for the boys thats bubblin’ rock
  Three times for my borhters who reachin’ the wealth
  Four times for the G’s including myself
  Thinking back when a n-gga never had a quarter
  Much love for the b-tches wearing something shorter
  Five times for the trap, got a n-gga ballin’

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  Ten Jesus Pieces

  [Intro: Rick Ross]
  God forgives, he's so honorable
  But living amongst thieves and niggas like myself
  You will not have that luxury
  [Verse 1: Rick Ross]
  I wake up excited, I made it through the night
  Things I did in the dark, will it ever see the light?
  My nurse should be a wreck, I got a bad chick
  She keeps me erect, she loves my ad-libs
  I think I'm a genius, hundred grand a fucking feature
  I need at least three a week, roll up the fucking reefer
  Went from Benihana to Bimini in Bahamas
  Ten chains, no luggage, I'm a big timer
  Niggas claim that they thugging when they dick-riding
  My niggas rather walk, do they own brick climbing
  On the block in my all white sneakers
  Lord knows that my ten Jesus pieces
  Pray for me cause you know a nigga doing wrong
  My homie in the cell, so I had to write a poem
  Count mills for the times that we had it hard
  Asking for a hundred mill as I pray to God
  [Hook: Rick Ross]
  I do this for my niggas facing hard times
  Empty on them corners if you hustling part time
  Ten chains on, Eric B with mob ties
  Rakim flows, coming from the far side
  Blood diamonds and my pieces from apartheid
  Quick, quote a prayer, pull it from the archives
  I pray for every soul that this music reaches
  Bury me a G, ten Jesus pieces
  [Verse 2: Rick Ross]
  Young nigga coming up, they wanna gun you down
  Drinking vodka in the memory of my nigga, damn (I miss you Peanut)
  Riding real slow on them all golds (we had them nigga)
  Shopping for them Os when the mall close
  Repping for your homies when they all gone
  Get empowered then you put your dog on (Real shit)
  All black tees, ten gold chains
  At the Super Bowl, but we in the dope game
  Ten years strong in the same trap
  Ten years blowing on that strong pack
  Lord knows that I wanna live right
  But Lord knows what that Club Liv like (right)
  Forty dollar tab meaning forty grand
  Lord? got it rolled up in a rubber band
  Holding on the forty in his other hand
  Ten chains on, smoking in the motherland
  [Hook]
  [Verse 3: Rick Ross]
  I'm his poltergeist, niggas know I'm more than nice
  All these jewels on, all?
  I could see it in the sparkle cause it lackluster
  Black card maxed out, damn black brother
  White collar, black minded
  Chrome Smith and Wesson, back pocket
  Eight shot, bitch I'm a top shotta
  Screaming your affiliations, but that don't matter
  I'm flyin' first class as the snakes slither
  Never blackmail them, motherfucking killer
  On trial and they wanna execute me
  It's really sad, just the fact they never knew me
  True G to the core, feel my texture
  A true G keeps it raw in his lecture
  Keep it simple, white tee, new sneakers
  Dope boy style, ten Jesus pieces
  [Hook]
  [Verse 4: Stalley]
  Versace shirt, Jesus laying on the chest
  Man I swear Big did it the best, I mean
  Nas did it fresh, Jay did it fresh, I mean
  Ye did it fresh, but man Big did it the best
  And I was so impressed that I went and got ten
  Now I'm stunting on these niggas cause I couldn't back in
  Rose gold, yellow gold, a couple platinum
  And I wear them all at once, I ain't trying to match them
  I remember bumping Mac 10 and that deuce in the corner
  Scraping up for a sandwich and a soda
  Now my strength is up and I'm dangling chains off my shoulders
  But no Jesus piece on mine, cause at times I feel ashamed
  For the reason that I rhyme
  And they say, because I'm Muslim I shouldn't think about the shine
  Or even put it in a rhyme
  It's better things I could talk about or put my money towards
  But for now, I'mma wear these ten chains and floss
  [Hook]
  [Outro]

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  Tears Of Joy

  (Rick Ross) VERSE 1
  smoking the best spliff in a brand new benz no id on the track let the story begin. begin...
  lookin in the mirror but i dont c much
  staring in the streets so i dont sleep much
  watching the snakes so they dont creep up
  but the way im gettin dis money niggaz kant keep up
  u niggaz kant keep up
  niggaz got beef but it kant be much
  I'm still walking thru the crowds like i kant be touched
  top back all black gretsky puck
  ice skater lil later might let me fuck
  damn, she might let me fuck
  last night i cried tears of joy
  wat did i do to deserve this
  rock a rhyme on my wrist a year ago
  i didnt even kno dat bitches exist
  quarter milli for the muthafucka
  no insurance on a muthafucka
  aint life a bitch, but u gotta keep her wet
  keys open doors so i gotta keep a set
  everybody knows ima alot of ppl's threats
  biggie smalls in the flesh livin life after my death
  yesterday i read my horoscope
  tell me lord will i be poor and broke
  tell me lord will i be dealing dope
  i wanna take my momma to the pocanoes
  (ceelo) CHORUS
  WHHHHYYYYYYY
  (Rick Ross)
  BUT ONLY LORDS KNOWS
  (ceelo)
  TO ALL THE LOVE ONES I LEAVE BEHIND
  BCUZ THEY KANT C ME FINE
  N I ASK WEN SUM1 WANTS 2 B ME YYYYYYYYYYYYY?????????
  NOT EVEN EVERYTHING KAN EASE MY MIND
  IF U KULD READ MY MIND
  MY GOD IM SCARRED
  I HAVE TATTOO TEARS OF JOY
  (Rick Ross) VERSE 2
  last nite i cried tears of joy
  what did i do to deserve this
  young rich muthafucka still uneducated but dammit a nigga made it
  GOD damn a nigga made it cremated in the church lord knows im blessed
  write every lawyer so u kno im stressed
  a punch in the face get u 300k
  ask glad now he back makin minimum wage
  another victim of my criminal ways
  i wanna walk in the image of christ
  but that bitch vivica nice
  and im still swimming in ice
  im just living my life
  im just living my life
  lease a lambourghini for your pussy rate
  life is just a pussy race
  snatch a bitch take her back to your place
  next mournin i kan tell you how the pussy taste
  i got expensive taste
  (ceelo) CHORUS
  WHHHHYYYYYYY
  TO ALL THE LOVE ONES I LEAVE BEHIND
  BCUZ THEY KANT C ME FINE
  N I ASK WEN SUM1 WANTS 2 B ME YYYYYYYYYYYYY?????????
  NOT EVEN EVERYTHING KAN EASE MY MIND
  IF U KULD READ MY MIND
  MY GOD IM SCARRED
  I HAVE TATTOO TEARS OF JOY
  (Rick Ross) VERSE 3
  last nite i cried tears of joy
  what did we do to deserve this
  not to dwell on the the past but to keep it real i gotta represent for M & Teel
  all the dead souls in the field
  lookin at my rolly its about that time
  white man had a problem wit mine
  n we suppose 2 b shy???(shy)(shy)
  the revolution still applies
  prolly still on the rise
  (ceelo) CHORUS
  WHHHHYYYYYYY
  TO ALL THE LOVE ONES I LEAVE BEHIND
  BCUZ THEY KANT C ME FINE
  N I ASK WEN SUM1 WANTS 2 B ME YYYYYYYYYYYYY?????????
  NOT EVEN EVERYTHING KAN EASE MY MIND
  IF U KULD READ MY MIND
  MY GOD IM SCARRED

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  Super High

  Uh....uh....uh
  [Verse 1: Rick Ross]
  From my nigga Diddy view, I think I see his vision too
  Purple Rain, over Central Park, chillin' with my goons
  Big Pop's & Sade's, Cirocs & Chardonnay
  My Cassie's sassy, so my penthouse my balloon
  We doin' it big, it's goin' down, 9/11
  I'm doin' it big, pullin' up in a 911
  I been tryna fuck for months, babygirl it's now or never
  Got the condo on the beach, hope through our storms we shall weather
  ...We shinin' when it's pitch dark
  Yea this bitch a movie, but this time I play a big part
  Uh, fuck the marketing, look at what I'm accomplishin'
  I'm beatin' niggas by margins bigger than Fran Tarkenton
  [Chorus: Ne-Yo]
  All these cars, all these stars, all around me (super high)
  Put your eyes... to the sky, that's where you'll find meee (ooh ooh ooh)
  Cuz we are.... we are.... super hiiiigh
  Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
  {Bring your sexy ass here baby}
  [Verse 2: Rick Ross]
  I wanna buy my bitch every bag
  and she ain't ever, ever, ever gotta take 'em back
  I wanna take my bitch around the globe
  Hawaii, hand glidin' in the mountains, shittin' on these hoes
  ..Rare bottoms by the barrel
  Pop the Giuseppe tags, like it's American Apparel
  20,000 up in Barneys, haters'll never harm me
  Rick Owens on me, bombers for my whole army
  Andele, andele, baby move fast
  She drop it down and bring it back, I like that
  I wanna buy my bitch every bag
  so she ain't ever, ever, ever gotta take 'em back
  [Chorus]
  [Bridge: Rick Ross]
  If you lookin' for me, you can find me in the Guinness Book
  Only fly bitches ride with the Boss, take a look
  I'm super fly, I'm super high
  You gettin' yours? I'm gettin' mine
  [Verse 3: Ne-Yo]
  Women of a caliber
  only seen in magazines and calendars
  And I'm sitting with Miss October
  cuz my birthday's in October
  Strawberry and her Ross on
  I can see it in her eye, cuz she wink and she toast me
  and later on we gonna mosy..
  to a place where it's populated and get
  durty
  [Rick Ross]
  If you lookin' for me, you can find me in the Guinness Book
  Only fly bitches ride with the Boss, take a look
  [Ne-Yo]
  Put your eyes to the sky, that's where you'll find meee (ooh ooh ooh)
  Cuz we are, we are super high
  ooh yeah, ooh yeah

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  Stay Schemin

  [hook]
  i ride for my niggas dawg, i ride for my niggas
  i slide for my niggas dawg, i ride for my niggas dawg
  stay schemin'
  niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
  i ride for my niggas
  stay schemin'
  niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
  i ride for my niggas
  [rick ross - verse 1]
  damn, life so short, fuck it, i dont wanna go to court
  fuck it, got a budget for the lawyer though
  fuck it, i'm on the run for the money
  i'm in the bucket, paid 200 for it
  my lil niggas thuggin', even got me paranoid
  i'm gettin money, thats in any nigga category
  double m i got g's out in california
  [hook]
  [drake]
  it bothers me when the gods get to acting like the broads
  guess every team doesn't come complete with niggas like ours
  thats why i see no need to compete with niggas like y'all
  i just ask them when you see me you speak up nigga thats all
  don't be ducking like you never wanted nothing
  its feeling like rap changed, there was a time it was rugged
  back when if a nigga reached it was for the weapon
  nowadays niggas reach just to sell they record
  spaghetti bolognese in appolo lounge
  me and my g from dc thats how i roll around
  might look light, but we heavy though
  you think drake will pull some shit like that you never know
  million dollar meetings in appollo lounge
  me and my man all oliver north thats how i roll around
  shawty wanna tell me secrets 'bout a rap nigga
  i tell a bitch its more attractive when you hold it down
  kobe 'bout to lose a hundred fifty m's
  kobe my nigga i hate it, had to be him
  bitch you wasn't with me shooting in the gym
  (bitch you wasn't with me shooting in the gym)
  tell lucien i said f-ck it i'm tearing holes in my budget
  bag her like we in publix and take her ass out in public
  ordered it a filet tell her butterfly she'll love it
  she used to soda and nuggets she really just out here thuggin'
  im just hittin my pinnacle you and pussy identical
  you like the f-ckin finish line we can't wait to run into you
  but let me get my mind of that
  young rich muthaf-cker getting mine off rap
  with my niggas
  [hook]
  [french montana]
  from the hooptie coupe to that ghost dawg
  pigeons on the roof like ghost dawg
  dwight howard on the post dawg
  my niggas got the powder through the post dawg
  watch the body tilt when you hit the head
  niggas lost mills tryna beat the feds
  10 grams off my last 250 now
  big ass crib, 250 down, damn
  gave my nigga max 75
  then gave my nigga penthouse in another 30
  fuck got me thinking like im 75
  damn, nigga aint even seen 30

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  Spend It

  [Verse 1 - Rick Ross]
  White girl, that Ricky Lake
  That boy can't feel his face
  Rozay and I'm blowed up
  Sho nuff, no cut
  1 block, 2 Chainz, 3 dudes, 4 thangs
  550 S-Class, inside it's jet-black
  You know me, I'm with that
  Snitch and you kidnapped
  I show up, you ho up
  I get dough, boy hold up
  You went broke? That shit cray
  Maybach, my shit gray
  Run this, you know that
  One mil cash, that boy back
  [Hook]
  I'm round and round and I'm gettin it
  It's mine, I spend it...
  It's mine, I spend it...
  I'm round and round and I'm gettin it
  It's mine, I spend it...
  I'm round and round and I'm gettin it
  [Interlude - 2 Chainz]
  I'm smoking on exotic
  My girl ain't got no stomach
  Every time we have sex she always ask me for a hundred
  I ask her if she working
  She ask me if I want it

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  All I Really Want

  [THE-DREAM]
  All I want
  [RICK ROSS]
  Every time I call she just come
  Cuz every time I call she get to cum
  Damn I'm in love again look what this shit done
  When I used to keep a roll of dem bitches like which one (one one)
  (its the boss)
  (radio killaaaaa)
  Its not a dream baby
  (radio killa killa killa)
  Or is it a dream
  [RICK ROSS]
  She graduated from the school of arts
  Now she swimmin in a pool of sharks
  Roughest niggas with the coolest cars
  Sophmore year had a 1st minaj
  Better dc like go barrack
  Girl drunk it like a fiji and she blowed my socks
  Every night she comin thru for me to fuck that
  Found out she had a man I holla fuck that
  Better give dat boy a bus pass
  I see no competition baby girl a must have
  My letters hinted on my mustache
  The remy never did or did he get make a bus pass
  Good dick may a chick wanna cut class
  The way I'm knockin on the door they call it trespass
  She my dime not the one I wanna curse at
  Lookin fine real diamonds on a cutglass
  [CHORUS]
  People call you blind (people call you blind)
  But all you need is me girl (all you need is me girl)
  Your all thats I'm my mind (oooo yeaahhh)
  All you need is me girlllllll
  [HOOK]
  All a nigga really want is you
  All a nigga want is you [x4]
  Who can hit it more faster
  Im talkin authentic orgasms
  Film that play it on a big plasma
  Back to work juss a little bit faster
  She say life is a journey
  I need mine juss like my atourney
  I get sued like a nigga switch shoes
  Long money but he gotta a quick fuse
  Ride slow but I'm in a quick car
  Pause for a minute paint em' in a picture
  Baby girl my money good
  Who turned her on a nigga least kirk wood
  Time to give that boy a bus pass
  I see no competition girl a must have
  She shines like a diamond
  Motivation for morinin
  [CHORUS]
  [HOOK X4]
  Swade pea coat with the gucci trim
  Knew it was him by the gucci brim
  We gotta do it B I G
  I'm tryna hit the lottery in V I P
  Green leafs in my shot glass
  All night soul team had cirrock add
  Aint nothin you can tell me
  I'm on them hills like I'm jonathan kelsy
  Told her friends that she felt me
  We mad love thru the love hate lp
  You my josephene baker
  May need morphene the deeper that I take her
  I'm a back breaker another text bracket
  Benz maybach her
  Green bay packa
  My life a movie so tonight thats where to jack her
  [CHORUS]
  [HOOK X4]

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  Reppin' My City

  [CHORUS x2]
  I be reppin my city I be reppin my city
  I be reppin my city
  I be reppin my city er er er'y night
  I be reppin my city
  I be reppin my city
  I be reppin my city - no one can do it better
  [Rick Ross:]
  Let the top back on the Chevy
  Then I crank up the boom
  Smellin Issey Miyake
  Soon as I step in the room
  Hundred thousand in jewels
  Thats a whole lotta moves
  So what's a soldier to do
  Standin in his bloody boots
  Yea I'm fresh outta boot camp
  Ain't gotta food stamp
  Counterfeit bills will get you killed
  Now where the goons at
  It's poppin in Opalocka, floppin dem candy paints
  Chrome Daytons, 12 pack of 12s in the seven trey
  Still hustle everyday, Dade County be the place
  Get murdered for a burger with a nickle-plated burner
  Still burnin rubber, bustin rubbers
  And these bitches under cover
  Tell the truth I ain't a lover
  But I fuck her like I love her Boss...
  [CHORUS x2]
  I be reppin my city
  I be grippin dem cities
  I be flippin dem pennies
  Turn em to good and plenty
  I be strokin that pussy
  I be smokin that kushie
  I be flippin dem flounders
  They be huntin my bounty
  I'm the face of the hood
  Every place in the hood
  Triple C's in there
  Come get a taste of my hood
  I'm da captain of the corner
  Khaki's and Coronas
  Now we gotta show em
  So lets patch em up and blow em
  Now, blow the dice, shake em
  Roll em, don't throw em
  Hand clap, where its at
  Nigga show me somethin
  Out in Sixy, Opalock, overtime, city buy
  You know how we get it Don
  Nigga, thats how I bet a thou
  Project Poe, I'm the project hoe
  That means, everytime I talk, the projects spoke
  And we in the same struggle
  So the projects know
  Gotta million dollar profit
  Singin project notes
  Just know...
  [CHORUS x2]
  (this what I'm talkin bout right here Poe...)
  Wherever I'm at I'm good nigga, hood nigga
  First sign of problems, eliminate
  Wish a nigga would act
  Like he can't have rappers slip out the boroughs
  Rosero? with the word, roses hit your mirror?
  Cartel representas, center of the war zone
  Super cats on the coupe, cover of the whole zone
  Catch me in the Source, double XL rated
  Next to million dollar Nextel
  Workin, ain't trippin other checks now
  Super sells, so the pussy's platinum
  Back to the basics
  You in danger at 16 with the beam
  One in the chamber aimed at that 0 7
  Got the chopper close by
  Head bussa from the Bronx
  Rep my city every night
  Hundred thousand worth of ice
  Tight work, boy thats life work
  Crystal clear starin make your eyes hurt
  Time for the new breed, Triple C
  Custom cars and cycles
  Psycho path for my math
  Put my hand on the pipe torch
  [CHORUS x2]
  [Brisco:]
  I be reppin my city
  I be reppin my block
  I be reppin my hood
  I be reppin the locks
  Welcome to dade county
  This the bottom of the beaker
  Where the beach is sexy blue
  And the cocaine cheaper
  High nine five nigga, let me ride
  I'm in that dolphin-colored S5
  Fire, look at me, I'm
  Bouncin with that chick
  Got the grill out my left fold
  See how now I live
  Call me Mr. Stephon
  I gotta plush seat from Ingo P
  Just know I rep my city thru Miami's E
  Yea, I'm Miami's Baby....
  Brisco to Opalocka, goon come save me....
  [CHORUS x2]

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  For Da Low

  (Ladie and Gentlemen)
  Ladies you are tuned into the best
  Sho' Nuff songs
  Jazze Phizzle
  Rick Ross
  Let's go Daddy
  Rick Rizzle
  M-I-YAYO
  [Verse 1:]
  Candy all in the paint, rims deep in the dirt
  gotta car full of work, nigga pocket full of (?)
  choppa on the front seat, sucka if you want beef
  im in dade county, im the mayor you can come see
  look here im well known, what you say? (I'm well known)
  Kush by the el-bow, I love when it smell strong
  otherside of the bridge, niggas die just to live
  you want a beach, dont sleep 45 to ya wig
  Represent Carol City, Dirty South ride wit me
  M-I-Yayo on the map now it's my city
  Pullin out the Seven trey, ever-other day
  got bout 40 in it, hit ya hoe for 40 minutes
  [Chorus:]
  Pull up on them 24's, while I'm leanin on the doors
  and I'm letting sucka's know, that I get it for da low
  I get it for da low (ROSS), I get it for da low
  I get it for da low (ROSS), I get it for da low
  Pull up in that white on white, know you wonder what its like
  know you wonder whats the price, aint nothing to a boss
  I get it for da low (ROSS), I get it for da low
  I get it for da low (ROSS), I get it for da low
  [Verse 2:]
  Niggas know how I does, neighborhood full of thugs
  everybody sellin drugs, task force duckin us
  load up the big guns, got so many which one?
  everybody get to buy a house when the bricks come
  hoes know my whole name, famous for co-caine
  yea im bout to blow game, but im bout to blow mane
  Rick Rizzle clockin' dough, inventory gotta go
  if a nigga want it hard cook it like i'm Pappadeaux's
  Fat boy super cool, got something you can move
  when I did what I do she got like a swimmin pool
  oh boy real wet, so boy hell yea
  I'm a millioniare but where I'm going I aint there yet
  [Chorus:]
  Pull up on them 24's, while I leanin on the doors
  and I'm letting sucka's know, that I get it for da low
  I get it for da low (ROSS), I get it for da low
  I get it for da low (ROSS), I get it for da low
  Pull up in that white on white, know you wonder what its like
  know you wonder whats the price, aint nothing to a boss
  I get it for da low (ROSS), I get it for da low
  I get it for da low (ROSS), I get it for da low
  [Verse 3:]
  Go on let ya top down, fuck it blow a couple grand
  treat her like an animal, make her do a hand stand
  Club Rolexx (lex), you can stunt yo
  I stood on a rolex smokin on a blunt hoe (ross)
  I'm heavy mane, off in this chevy game
  dip it in the pretty paint, chromed out everything
  take it back to the block, triple C across the top
  in an oldschool motor brand new out the box
  got bout a hundred killas runnin' wit a hundred niggas
  tell it dead to your face, don't nobody want it with us,
  niggas dead broke, they better shake it off
  skycap ass niggas mad that we takin off
  [Chorus:]
  Pull up on them 24's, while I leanin on the doors
  and I'm letting sucka's know, that I get it for da low
  I get it for da low (ROSS), I get it for da low
  I get it for da low (ROSS), I get it for da low
  Pull up in that white on white, know you wonder what its like
  know you wonder whats the price, aint nothing to a boss
  I get it for da low (ROSS), I get it for da low

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  CROSS THAT LINE

  Convict
  Up Front
  Yeah..
  Convikt Muzik
  Ross.. (ohhh)
  Triple C's
  If you ever cross that line
  I guarantee ya there'll be nothin to save ya
  I got a whole bunch of gorillas ready to pull the trigga
  And we all for that paper
  Comin' from a life of crime
  Tryna be on my best behavior
  You see my rep's gettin' bigger but still that same nigga bustin' shots at them haters
  But only if you cross that line
  (Hold up, Hold up)
  I was birthed in the crackhouse
  But what made it worse every first is a packed house
  Little brother knowin' life illegal
  No toys just playin' wit pipes and needles
  I'm gon' find knights and regals
  $5000 on the paint just so life will see ya
  Green cards for the free lunch
  Now his green cards scream larger than seats crush
  Big guns for the other side
  Nigga try me I'ma teach his momma homicide
  I wanna see his momma eyes
  I done cried 20 years now I'm runnin' dry
  If you ever cross that line
  I guarantee ya there'll be nothin to save ya
  I got a whole bunch of gorillas ready to pull the trigga
  And we all for that paper
  Comin' from a life of crime
  Tryna be on my best behavior
  You see my rep's gettin' bigger but still that same nigga bustin' shots at them haters
  But only if you cross that line (ohhh)
  Don't cross that line
  Hopin' that you don't cross that line
  Don't cross that line,
  Baby don't cross that line
  When I'm low on funds, I'ma load up guns
  Slap ya in the head I'ma open one
  African in bed, she just hope I'm done
  See the voodoo priest then the coke gon' come
  Open up a drum, I'm eatin' Oprah crumbs
  Got poor credit, got whore debit
  Walk in the 40-40 I'ma score, bet it
  Four tennis chains hoe, I'm progetic
  But the 4 pellets will getcha prosthetics
  If you don't get it, just don't let it
  A life setence is a life sentence
  All my homies got 'em, they just like business
  If you ever cross that line
  I guarantee ya there'll be nothin to save ya
  I got a whole bunch of gorillas ready to pull the trigga
  And we all for that paper
  Comin' from a life of crime
  Tryna be on my best behavior
  You see my rep's gettin' bigger but still that same nigga bustin' shots at them haters
  But only if you cross that line (ohhh)
  Don't cross that line
  Hopin' that you don't cross that line
  Don't cross that line,
  Baby don't cross that line
  Don't push me nigga, I ain't pussy nigga
  You "would be" killas, that is "could be" nigga
  The last minute of your last breath
  I'm the last entrance right before your last step
  Shot a, Block papa, my block gotta
  Cross the line - pay the fine (Ross) Cop dollas
  The motto - you're age, creed, or color nigga
  Can't cut it stay choppin' through the butter nigga
  Critics wonder will I last long
  Even though I showed my ass on my last song
  I gets my mash on (Ross), no mask on (Ross), Cross Ross baby it'll be a sad song
  If you ever cross that line
  I guarantee ya there'll be nothin to save ya
  I got a whole bunch of gorillas ready to pull the trigga
  And we all for that paper
  Comin' from a life of crime
  Tryna be on my best behavior
  You see my rep's gettin' bigger but still that same nigga bustin' shots at them haters
  But only if you cross that line (ohhh)
  Don't cross that line
  Hopin' that you don't cross that line
  Don't cross that line,

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  Here I Am

  I got a bunch of dollars
  I can spend them on her
  Cause she can be my lady,
  She can be my lover
  Call me on the late night,
  Get right he aint acting right
  Every super woman needs a super man
  Here I am
  Sight seeing we might be in the
  Codra port or that new white BM
  Home from FAMU with a gorgeous face,
  Next semester she transfer to Florida state
  Cooking like home-etch for financial aid.
  I highly doubt she has problems with financial aid .
  Remember mean time my finance is straight
  I even open up the doors to the panantial states Boss
  She used to fight with her moms,
  Till I sat em both down
  Now she's tight with her moms (what?)
  Yeah I put the ice on her arm,
  Now she know she getting sliced
  Spending nights in Milan (yeah)
  We still blow weed together,
  Cheated on her but we still gone be together
  With the house on the water hit the beach whenever
  She's from the north and still can't believe there whether Boss
  I got a bunch of dollars
  I can spend them on her
  Cause she can be my lady,
  She can be my lover
  Call me on the late night,
  Get right he aint acting right
  Every super woman needs a super man
  Here I am
  Hear I am and here I go
  Why you looking for that other
  When you got the best?
  The previous was a test for ya,
  Now you in the big leagues
  A black Sine brother who
  Wouldn't wanna play for me?
  Ya last man was a chump
  And you can tell him I said it
  He was talking a lot at first,
  But you can see that dead it
  You can see I aint sweat it,
  Hell ill even call him my self
  And tell him I dead it naw
  Please don't confuse me miss
  Im tryina see if I could put you
  On my Christmas list
  I hope you aint offended by this
  But I think your ass fine as shit and
  That's straight up real talk, all bullshit
  Aside she replied
  "I Like To Do The Wild Thang"
  Action took place at my place
  Now my place is her place
  I got a bunch of dollars
  I can spend them on her
  Cause she can be my lady,
  She can be my lover
  Call me on the late night,
  Get right he aint acting right
  Every super woman needs a super man
  Here I am
  Mo better mo cheddar not the man
  Off your clothes last sweater (what)
  Hoe getter gorilla f**k chuffers,
  I went and got mo killas boss
  I rock with Niggas like Fabolous cause
  He tell the truth baby like Fabolous
  But you make it look glamorous
  Here's spaghetti strapped heals not for amateurs
  Risk quite rocky, talk like foxy, job like roxy,
  Spark that broccoli walk quite aky
  Let me sexy I will save you if you let me.
  Fly with me, get high as me
  I love the alphabet girl im a G
  Time will tell, Rolex watches
  We show stoppas, hoes just watchin
  I got a bunch of dollars
  I can spend them on her
  Cause she can be my lady,
  She can be my lover
  Call me on the late night,
  Get right he aint acting right
  Every super woman needs a super man

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  Get Away

  Sometimes I Rhyme Slow
  Sometime I Rhyme Quick
  Sometime I Buy Blow, So I Supply Bricks
  Mufuckers Lookin At Me Sideways
  But Can They Tell That Im Gettin Money Fly Ways, Lotta Leatherwood, And They Seats Vibrate, Chattin Wit A
  Bitch Like Your Boys On Myspace, But She Right Here In My Face, Take Her To A Fly Place, With A Fly
  Fireplace, No Marshmellows, We Let The Dro Burn, I Dun Seen The World, Girl Its Ur Turn, I Told U Lies All
  My Life, But You Hold Me Down Wrong Or Right, So Its Only Right She Get That Porsche Truck, All Black
  Black Rims Call Her Porsche, Let Ur Weave Blow In The Wind, Cuz Believe Every D Boy Need A Friend
  When Can We, Get Away And Enjoy Each Other, Get Away And Explore Each Other
  All I Wanna Know Is, When Can We, Get Away And Exchange Our Feelings, Keep It Poppin Like A Movie
  Scrennin, I Only Wanna Get Away
  In Into Heavy Dope, I Dont Kiss Ery Ho, So When I Like A Bitch, I Am Miss Mary O
  Feed Alarios, Sip Ever Glow, Wit Gloria, Thats A Fine And Humilio, Baby Really Though, Its Ur Best
  Bet, They'll Be 6 O's In My Next Check, Wit A Gun In Hand Ive Always Been A Money Man, Crack Runnin Man, Fat
  Randall Cunningham.Look Here.Ima Tell U Like This, We Need Time Just To Kick It Like This, She Lickin My
  Lips, She Diggin My Kicks, So We Did It Like This, Its Rick Ross Im The Man Of The Hour, She Love To Make
  Love, And We Can In The Showa, Back Against The Wall Ima Stand Like A Tower, Every Time Ima Stand Like A
  Tower
  When Can We, Get Away And Enjoy Each Other, Get Away And Explore Each Other
  All I Wanna Know Is, When Can We, Get Away And Exchange Our Feelings, Keep It Poppin Like A Movie
  Scrennin, I Only Wanna Get Away
  Sometimes I Rhyme Slow Sometime I Rhyme Quick, Sometime I Buy Blow So I Supply Bricks, You Cant Look Me In
  The Face Girl, When U Wrog Ima Put U In Ur Place Girl, My Money Long, I Got Money Just To Waste Girl, My
  Money Home And It Up To My Waist Girl, I Really Love How U Shake Girl, Ur Like A Phantom I Love How U Shake
  Girl, Rick Ross Ima Real Nigga, U Can Feel The Realness When I Deal Wit Ya, Baby I Wont Lie To Ya, Im To
  Honest I Promise I Wont Lie To Ya, That Otha Bitch Finished Wit,
  Ur The 1 Im Heavy Dealing Wit, And Its Candlelit Can U Handle It, Cuz I Can Handle It, So Lets Handle It
  When Can We, Get Away And Enjoy Each Other, Get Away And Explore Each Other
  All I Wanna Know Is, When Can We, Get Away And Exchange Our Feelings, Keep It Poppin Like A Movie
  Scrennin, I Only Wanna Get Away.....When Can We..Ooo U Dont Have To Be Alone, No Not Anymore, Baby When
  Can We..Ill Take U Anywhere U Wanna Go Baby..All U Have To Do I Say Yes To Me, Say Yes To Me O, Say Yes To

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  Hustlin'

  Everyday I'm hustlin', hustlin'
  Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
  Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
  Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
  Everyday I'm hustlin'
  Everyday I'm hustlin'
  Everyday I'm hustlin'
  Everyday I'm hustlin'
  Everyday I'm hustlin'
  Everyday I'm hustlin'
  Everyday I'm, everyday I'm
  Everyday I'm hustlin'
  Everyday I'm hustlin'
  Everyday I'm hustlin'
  Everyday I'm hustlin'
  Everyday I'm hustlin'
  Everyday I'm hustlin'
  Everyday I'm hustlin'
  Everyday I'm, everyday I'm
  Everyday I'm hustlin'
  Who you suckers think you trippin' with? Yes, I'm the boss
  Seven forty-five, white on white, that's Rick Ross
  I cut 'em wide, I cut 'em long, I cut 'em fat
  I keep 'em comin' back, we keep 'em comin' back
  I'm in the distribution, I'm like Atlantic
  I got them pretty thangs flyin' 'cross the Atlantic
  I know Pablo, Noriega, the real Noriega
  He owe me a hundred favors
  I ain't petty, playa, we buy the whole thang
  See most of my homies hustle, they still do they thang
  My roof back, my money rides
  I'm on the pedal, show you what I'm runnin' like
  When they snatch black, I cry for a hundred nights
  He got a hundred bodies, servin' a hundred lifes
  Everyday I'm hustlin'
  Everyday I'm hustlin'
  Everyday I'm hustlin'
  Everyday I'm hustlin'
  Everyday I'm hustlin'
  Everyday I'm hustlin'
  Everyday I'm hustlin'
  Everyday I'm, everyday I'm
  We never steal cars but we deal hard
  Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
  I caught a charge, I caught a charge
  Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
  Ain't 'bout no funny stuff, still flippin' them chickens
  I'm on my money stuff, still whippin' them Benzs
  Major league, who catchin' because I'm pitchin'
  Jose Canseco just snitchin' because he's finish
  I feed 'em steroids to strengthen up all my chickens
  They're flyin' over Pacifics to be specific
  Triple C's, you know it's back, we holdin' sacks
  So n***, go on rat, run and tell 'em that
  Mo' cars, mo' hoes, mo' clothes, mo blows
  Everyday I'm hustlin'
  Everyday I'm hustlin'
  Everyday I'm hustlin'
  Everyday I'm hustlin'
  Everyday I'm hustlin'
  Everyday I'm hustlin'
  Everyday I'm hustlin'
  Everyday I'm, everyday I'm
  It's time to spend my thrills, custom spinnin' wheels
  I ain't drove in a week, them *** spinnin' still
  Talk about me because these suckers scared to talk about me
  Killers talkin' 'bout me, it ain't no talk about me
  It ain't no walkin' 'round me
  See all these killers 'round me
  Lot of drug dealin' 'round me
  Goin' down in Dade County
  Don't tote no 22's, Magnum cost me twenty two
  Sat it on them 22's, birds go for twenty two
  Lil' mama super thick, she say she 22
  She seen them 22's, we in room 222
  I touch work like I'm convertible Burt
  I got distribution, so I'm convertin' the work
  In the M I A yo, them *** rich off yayo
  Steady slangin' yayo, my Chevy bangin', hey yo
  Everyday I'm hustlin'
  Everyday I'm hustlin'
  Everyday I'm hustlin'
  Everyday I'm hustlin'
  Everyday I'm hustlin'
  Everyday I'm hustlin'
  Everyday I'm hustlin'

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  Hit U From The Back

  Ya See Sugar I Been Yernin To Hold You Now I'ma Be Strate Up And Down Witcha Cuz Dats The Only Way I
  Know How To Be Now Baby Ima Ask U One Thing Can I Hold Ya
  Cock Cock Ya Legs
  Let Me Hitcha From The Back
  Cock Cock Cock Ya Legs
  Let Me Hitcha Form The Back
  Cock Cock Cock Ya Legs
  Let Me Hitcha From The Back
  Hitcha From The Back Hitcha From The Back
  Met Her Down At The Mall
  Me And Boochie Copin Gucci
  Boochie Dats My Road Dawg
  Flippin Chickens For The Sushi
  Musta Been A Freak Alone
  For Baby Gurl To Read My Zone
  Or Them Red Monkey Jeans Dat Made Her Wanna Ring My Phone
  (There Dey Go There Dey Go)
  A Big Ol Pack Of Pretty Bitches
  (Ther Dey Go There Dey Go)
  We Dem Niggas Wit Dem 6's
  (There Dey Go There Dey Go)
  Countin All That Freaky Money
  See This Freaky Money See This Weaky Money
  Look At Me I Cook For Her
  Then I Make Her Cook For Me
  She Make Me Cook Her Lobster Tails
  I Make Her Go And Cook A Key
  Catch A Flight First Class
  Don P Every Glass
  Next Year We Private Jets In The Clouds Havin Sex
  Cum Once Cum Twice
  Rick Ross Dum Nice
  Baby Gurl Take Sum Advice And Cum And Fuck Ya Boy Tonight
  Come Fuck Wit A Fat Nigga Baby
  Fuck Wit A Rap Nigga Baby
  I'm On My Way Its Time Ta Hitcha From The Back Baby
  Let Me Hitcha From The Back
  Cock Cock Ya Legs
  Let Me Hitcha From The Back
  Cock Cock Cock Ya Legs
  Let Me Hitcha Form The Back
  Cock Cock Cock Ya Legs
  Let Me Hitcha From The Back
  Hitcha From The Back Hitcha From The Back
  Bundles A Bags So My Woman Can Brag
  Bell Habor Bell Boys Say Ima Wonderful Dad
  Excellent Pimp Salty The Shrimp
  I Went And Bought The Benz
  Same Kind Thatcha Rent
  No Minute Man This Dick Long Term
  I Lov Ta Get Brain Girl I Wanna Learn
  You Could Show Me That You Could Teach Me Things
  Welcome To The Mall Heres Ya First Pinky Ring
  20 Karats 20 Grand Paris Hilton Lennin Bed
  Cocaine Drug Lord
  Live At The Vibe Awards
  Sittin On The Third Row Call It The Bird Row
  I'm Next Ta Birdman Young Jeezy Kirk Blow
  We All Legends
  Legends In The Game We Wuz At Legends Back In The 90's Maine
  Now Im Like A Ghost, In The White Phantom
  Take Her Home Fuck Her In The Wife Manner
  Let Me Hitcha From The Back
  Cock Cock Ya Legs
  Let Me Hitcha From The Back
  Cock Cock Cock Ya Legs
  Let Me Hitcha Form The Back
  Cock Cock Cock Ya Legs
  Let Me Hitcha From The Back
  Hitcha From The Back Hitcha From The Back
  Fuck The Games Girl I Need A Super Freak
  She Soakin In The Sunna I Smokin On A Leaf
  When We Come Together I Always Do My Job
  She Let Me Hit Hard Hit Hit Hit Hard
  I Stroke And Stroke I Poke And Poke We Rope A Dope She Won't Let Go
  I Giv Her A Stack She Givs Me Pleasure
  Wen Baby Gurl Down Wit Me Its Wateva
  Fuck Dat Movie Shit Im On Dat Puchy Shit
  Downtown Shoppin Hot Shit Im Coppin
  F Crown Hold Up Fresh Brown Rover Hitcha From The Back Fuck And Flip Ya Lik Ya Crack
  Cock Cock Ya Legs
  Let Me Hitcha From The Back
  Cock Cock Cock Ya Legs
  Let Me Hitcha Form The Back
  Cock Cock Cock Ya Legs
  Let Me Hitcha From The Back

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  I'm A G

  Beat Nova Cane
  Uh...I wear the gun like a gurtle
  bullet proof guard got me feelin like a turtle
  shit...these niggas aint satisfied until they get murdered u heard me
  yeah n ima G u dont know a mutha fuckin thang bout me
  I tell u one mutha fuckin thang bout me bitch i got so much money on me uh....
  Im lookin thug in the Bently (whooo)
  I gotta few slugs dont temp me (ahh)
  Khaled put me up on the firm mats (khaled)
  Ima million dollar nigga lets comfirm that (Ross)
  I rep carrot city out in vegas (vegas)
  n the matchin huned thousand dollar braclet (whoo)
  mo' guns then da matrix (matrix)
  neo reload get ya face twist
  cartel cocaine by the cases (cases)
  cartel mo' cars then the races (races)
  A-K's on a lear jet (g-4)
  Rick Ross Ima Real threat
  Uh...I wear the gun like a gurtle
  bullet proof guard got me feelin like a turtle
  shit...these niggas aint satisfied until they get murdered u heard me
  yeah n ima G u dont know a mutha fuckin thang bout me
  I tell u one mutha fuckin thang bout me bitch i got so much money on me uh....
  standin in da blue house choppa in my right hand
  stomache growlin bris gotta feed the fam
  i gotta meet a man the man wit dem kilograms
  he bouta get jammed by the open locker goons
  i found a needle in da hay stack (hay stack)
  put boy in to flood the streets n got my weight back
  now im known around day as the young don
  aint no bitch made pussy's where i come from (nah)
  aint no dick aint stoppin shit
  8 pound on da pinky bird fat on the wrist
  (on the wrist) so far so hood
  when da rounds hit his ass it aint look so good (so good)
  now he leavin in a black bag
  he a roach the bris be da black flag
  n dont leave ya dope round me
  straight guttah 4real ask ya homie bout me
  Uh...I wear the gun like a gurtle
  bullet proof guard got me feelin like a turtle
  shit...these niggas aint satisfied until they get murdered u heard me
  yeah n ima G u dont know a mutha fuckin thang bout me
  I tell u one mutha fuckin thang bout me bitch i got so much money on me uh....
  fat paper bag brown paper bag
  rubberband green paper cash (yep)
  fuck wit em get the laser tag
  yall niggas betta wave a flag it is ova
  i walk wit a hand gun ride wit more
  froom it must been a coop or sumthin
  since i love her ima put some candy on that hoe
  i go topless no panties on that hoe
  (see) yall niggas think its sweet sweet tooth niggas get shot in the teeth
  like that boi i got guns where guns aint suppose to be
  u need to get a full dose of me (im crack) yeah...
  Uh...I wear the gun like a gurtle
  bullet proof guard got me feelin like a turtle
  shit...these niggas aint satisfied until they get murdered u heard me
  yeah n ima G u dont know a mutha fuckin thang bout me
  I tell u one mutha fuckin thang bout me bitch i got so much money on me uh....
  Niggas low im illatic (whoo)
  know who u dealin wit (whoo)
  fuck ya pretty whip u niggas aint killn shit
  every bird i whip fuckin every bird im wit
  im ya makeveli sucka where dat murda hit
  yall niggas aint trill (trill)
  yall niggas know the deal (deal)
  yall niggas wanna deal (deal)
  what u talkin is erelevent (relevent)
  shit a leave a whole in a elephant (boom)
  so if i got it them im sellin it (sellin it)
  need cheese cake like frederick (whoo)
  u hear the rederick prick u not a predakit
  rick in a 7 6 six shot metal kit (Ross)
  Uh...I wear the gun like a gurtle
  bullet proof guard got me feelin like a turtle
  shit...these niggas aint satisfied until they get murdered u heard me
  yeah n ima G u dont know a mutha fuckin thang bout me

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  Hustlin' (Remix)

  Everyday I'm hustlin'
  Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
  Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
  Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
  Everyday I'm hustlin'
  Everyday I'm hustlin'
  Everyday I'm hustlin'
  Everyday I'm hustlin'
  Everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin'
  Ev-ev-ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
  Everyday I'm hustlin'
  Ev-ev-ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
  Ev-ev-everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin'
  Everyday I'm hustlin' hustlin' hustlin' hust-hustlin'
  Hustle real hard
  Hustle, hustle real hard
  Hustle real hard
  Hustle, hustle real hard
  Hustlin' hustlin'
  Hustle-hustlin' hustlin'
  Hustle, everyday I'm, everyday I'm
  Everyday I'm...
  Hold up
  Who you haters think you talkin' to, I'm the fuckin' boss
  White on white, G4, hater get lost
  I'm in the air I don't hear niggaz corny raps
  Yeah nigga Hov is back, that nigga Hov is back
  I got a honey bun, no not a chick
  I got a honey bun, millions nigga I got couple hundred 'em
  Ninety-nine problems prick, don't become the hundreth one
  'Less you got a hundred lives murder bout a hundred, uh
  We don't resort to violence, we on resorts and islands
  With linen shorts and shades, case they thought you was lyin'
  My Louis slippers, Polo top
  Linen shorts so my balls don't get hot, ha ha
  Yeah I balls a lot, nah I owns the team
  Ricky Ross, Roc-A-Fella, I owns the scene
  Stop playin' with me lames y'all not my equal
  It ain't no coincidence that my age is a kilo
  Which means that I'm pordo, which means that I'm gordo
  Which means that I use a G4, like in auto
  I'm a walkin' memorial
  I'm legendary for whippin' whippin' that boss
  So nigga just let that cause go
  Hey, let's go
  Snowman bitch, I don't even wear the same draws
  Flat screens on my walls, flows look like bowling balls
  I know Big Meeks, the real Big Meeks
  It's over for you clowns soon as my nigga hit them streets
  I see you ridin' homie, but that ain't hard enough
  You know me I might pull up in an armored truck
  I stack big faces, I stack small faces
  I stack all faces, swear it's white as pillow cases
  I got a dirty mouth but my kitchen's clean
  Them folks ridin' hid the pots and the triple beams
  Hit the Dodge spot I must've copped six Magnums
  Marriott suite, I must've used six magnums
  Feds on my tail, you know them boys'll six flag ya
  Testarossa ride, like I'm on a coaster ride
  Sheet mix, remix still talkin' white bricks
  Two million records sold and I'm still talkin' white shit
  I'm the fuckin' future nigga, what you can't see the facts
  Ya want them pretty things, I'm the one ya need to ask
  They come cross the border, I'm fulfillin' ya order
  But the second ya bought her, Fed charges get brought up
  I'm whippin' the case, like I'm whippin' the base
  Look at daddy in face now tell me how good does it taste
  Willie Fal-con, I'm the Dow Jones
  Down South where them D-Boys ground zones
  We never steal cars, what I'm puttin' miles on
  Thirty feet, it cost a couple hundred thousand
  My shit bigger than your's, at the biddin' wars
  I'm the one they biddin' for, dog I'm just the biggest drought
  I'm in the distribution, I'm like Def Jam

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  Bossshow lyrics

  Boss

  Run how you want, boss
  Chill how you want, boss
  Floss how you want, boss
  Do whatcha like
  Go rock your chain, boss
  Pour that champagne, boss
  Keep getting paid, boss
  Do Whatcha like
  Ross, la la, la la, la la
  Do Whatcha like
  Ross,la la, la la, la la
  Do Whatcha like
  As I'm poppin' my collar, black on black antique impala
  She ain't gotta speak cuz my speakers let her know that I'm ballin
  They call me the boss, I be calling the shots
  It's Ricky Ross, that boy be ballin alot
  That boy be ridin' big, that boy be ridin' rim's
  Not the flats but the fish cuz they just swim
  New York to the west, you a boss if you fresh
  Scuff your shoes, wipe em down
  Now get back on your two step
  Stunting is boss
  Shining is boss
  Grand daddy kush, or the purt, yellow diamonds is boss
  That dime a boss, She fine as a house
  And she driving a porche, She designed for a boss
  Run how you want, boss
  Chill how you want, boss
  Floss how you want, boss
  Do whatcha like
  Go rock your chain, boss
  Pour that champagne, boss
  Keep getting paid, boss
  Do Whatcha like
  Ross, la la, la la, la la
  Do Whatcha like
  Ross,la la, la la, la la
  Do Whatcha like
  I'm ridin' big, I'm hoping lanes
  My chevy thang, Got this chickens all insane
  Look at my stones tap dancing on the bezzle
  Bad baby at the rollie, lap dancing and wanna kiss me
  Oh no, cuz of my chain
  Cuz of my bling like a peacock standing on my ring
  Cuz I'm a boss, I'm a spend it
  I'm a floss, I'm a winner
  You the loss, all these niggas
  Sprinkle soft cuz im the pepper and the salt
  Whatcha feel, whatcha like
  Whatcha want, what's your type
  I done seen it, done it twice, bought it up the same night
  Cuz I'm a boss, its Ricky Ross
  If u buy, if u spend it, fuck the cost
  You's a boss, You a boss
  Run how you want, boss
  Chill how you want, boss
  Floss how you want, boss
  Do whatcha like
  Go rock your chain, boss
  Pour that champagne, boss
  Keep getting paid, boss
  Do Whatcha like
  Ross, la la, la la, la la
  Do Whatcha like
  Ross,la la, la la, la la
  Do Whatcha like
  Before the block got whipped
  And they Pistol got ripped
  Before u got any chips
  You got permission from the boss
  On a mission for the charts, out-smart my competition
  Composition so sharp, so dark ,so vivid
  26's on the old school
  Pro tools session
  Got the old school ho's
  Acting brand new sweating
  Brand new tennis chain, fancy pockets on my jeans
  Headed for the walk dude, fore' they win him on the stage
  Two a day, super pay
  Stupid brain from a model
  Triple c a hundred deep
  And everybody got a bottle
  Got a bottle full of purp
  Full of work, no leachin'
  Blew 50 last weekend, if you looking for a reason
  I'm the boss
  Run how you want, boss
  Chill how you want, boss
  Floss how you want, boss
  Do whatcha like
  Go rock your chain, boss
  Pour that champagne, boss
  Keep getting paid, boss
  Do Whatcha like
  Ross, la la, la la, la la
  Do Whatcha like
  Ross,la la, la la, la la

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  Blowshow lyrics

  Blow

  Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah)
  Bottle of the Jos©, pass me some mo'
  I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes
  Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww)
  Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww)
  Mo' money means mo' dough fo' blow
  Way up in them Cali Hills, burnin' like the sun set
  A nigga wit' a attitude, take it outta context
  Ridin wit' them big thangs, lookin' like a bomb threat
  Bin Laden beard, Afghan in a ?
  Ross, stranded on the death row
  Makavali's on the Maybach, kicks retro
  She wanna gaze at the stars
  Through a panoramic view, pullin' haze out the ?
  Rick Ross, I'm the best in the flesh
  Getting blessed on the ?, it's a way to reflect
  Hard work pays off, I'm a boss, you can tell
  By the bottles in the pail, and the models that we share
  I'm in a realist state, and a realist state of mind
  We came from trigga' play, kill a nigga for a dime
  I'm tryna' chill today, I got a million on my mind
  Dice in my hand, one roll, I blow ya' mind
  Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah)
  Bottle of the Jos©, pass me some mo'
  I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes
  Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww)
  Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww)
  Mo' money means mo' dough fo' blow
  Mo' trips, mo' whips, mo' money, I'm mo' rich
  Mo' hatas', mo' clips, mo' jewels, mo' chris
  Half a hundred grand and some rubberbands
  ? off fast in my other hand
  On the other hand, I'm still pitchin' underhand
  All soft balls, all bases covered man
  Mo' trucks, mo' bucks, mo' freaks, mo' butts
  I see the vision, from club vision to ?
  I get brain, I bust nuts in each states
  Soon as I see what I'm lookin' for
  I sit up in that seat and cut em' off on them 24's, there it goes
  Baby girl, come talk wit' the boss
  I pop a Jos© bottle, you can kick ya shoes off
  Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah)
  Bottle of the Jos©, pass me some mo'
  I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes
  Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww)
  Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww)
  Mo' money means mo' dough fo' blow
  Ever seen a fat boy in a big body
  Know you wanna sit by me, all you do is think bout it
  Lease apartments to get kicked out it
  Next day, buy a condo to get a kick out it
  We don't take you for the view, this is what I do
  When I'm on the beach, all my diamonds are water blue (Ross)
  Let's party like the pack jam, Pac Man
  Fifty grand, stacked in my lap man
  Get a lap dance (and if you get my dick hard)
  This ya' last chance (to hop up in that big car)
  Wit' tha' Fat Man (certified Hood Star)
  But he a millionaire (look bitch I'm goin far)
  This the movement, a few niggaz you wanna move wit'
  Gucci on my feet, see I'm only in that new shit
  Ha, they say life's a bitch
  But close ya eyes for a minute, and just bite this dick, it's Ross
  Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah)
  Bottle of the Jos©, pass me some mo'
  I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes
  Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww)
  Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww)
  Mo' money means mo' dough fo' blow
  Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah)
  Bottle of the Jos©, pass me some mo'
  I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes
  Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww)
  Mo' money means mo' dough to blow (Bloooowwww)

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  Been Hustlin'

  [Woman:]
  This Is K. Foxx Reporting Live For WCCC, Just End... A Hastion Frater
  Has Just Been Ceased By The Miami Coast Guard With Over 60 Kilos
  Hidden Below The Vessel Docked At The Port Of Miami If The Drugs Were
  Not Conviscated The Cocaine Would've Made Drug Dealers Millions Of Dollars
  This Is K. Foxx Reporting Live For WCCC.

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  Love Sosa (freestyle) (ft. Stalley)show lyrics

  Love Sosa (freestyle) (ft. Stalley)

  [Intro]
  We'll never stop, nigga
  Never
  I'm hittin' that hundred-mil mark on these niggas
  in the next two years, nigga
  Yeah, nigga
  [Verse 1: Rick Ross]
  I say, I'm ridin' on Forges – call them my skaters
  You know them bodies is sticky, you can't get caught up in capers
  Niggas are tricky, you can't be askin' for favors
  2-2-3 go to lickin', and make your bitch go into labor
  Niggas hate when you winnin', you wanna kill 'em, I feel ya
  Took the top off the car, bitch, I know my face look familiar
  Fuckin' with my lil' gangters, we makin' a killin'
  When you count your first million you never forget the feelin'
  That when my eyes go to twitchin', palms start to itchin'
  Niggas be snitchin', that's when my dogs start trippin'
  Black belly, I bought a bitch, you know my pockets fat
  More money to gain, Double-M on my chain
  I just redid the deal, another 20 and change
  I step where I please, broke nigga freeze
  Cartier bracelet, them Swisher Sweets in my jeans
  [Hook: Chief Keef]
  These bitches love Sosa
  O End or no end
  Fuckin' with them O Boys
  You gon' get fucked over
  'Rari's & Rovers
  These hoes love Chief Sosa
  Hit him with that cobra
  Now that boy slumped over
  They do it all for Sosa
  You boys ain't makin' no noise
  Y'all know I'm a grown boy
  Your clique full of broke boys
  God y'all some broke boys
  God y'all some broke boys
  We GBE dope boys
  We got lots of dough, boy
  [Verse 2: Stalley]
  Still in all gold just like Mr. T
  Rollin' up that Swisher Sweet,
  box Chevy with Diamond seats
  Ridin' to this Diamond D,
  diamonds in my pinky ring
  Middle finger to you hatin' niggas
  that hate to see a nigga do his thing
  But I'm doin' me, a million last year,
  even after doin' that Music Manage tour for free

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  I Wonder Why

  [Hook]
  You ain't gotta hold my hand and point me to the money
  Keep it real with me, nigga, and you won't be disappointed
  My brother caught an L and I still write him every month
  He told me sell his guns and I've still got 'em in the trunk
  I wonder why, I wonder why...
  I wonder why, sometimes I wonder why...
  I wanna shine just like the summertime
  They say them folk gave him a heap of time
  [Verse 1]
  Nappy-headed nigga, pocket full of crack rock
  Nineteen, livin' like a fuckin' rap star
  Watchin' from my point, you thought it was a fuckin' ...
  One day he buy the car, next day the fuckin' rims
  Curly-headed bitches tall and they slim
  They know I'm... but see, I know it's him
  Never testify, I've seen it in his eyes
  Attempted murder on his life in that 360, ah...
  With my two eyes...
  Two different pistols...
  One that's registered and one to get your issues
  I wonder why, sometimes I wonder why...
  All this fame and fortune'll leave you traumatized
  [Hook]
  [Verse 2]
  Now I'm being followed some creepy-ass cracker...
  Now I'm being followed some creepy-ass cracker...
  Stand your ground, stand your ground!
  Stand your ground, you gotta stand your ground!
  Got on my hoodie and my motherfuckin' Desert Eagle
  You wanna do me, then you go and tell the people
  Knock me down, temp drops as the sun rise
  I can see a hustler in my son's eyes
  I never knew that money'd bring so many enemies
  Dreams come true, they dream of killin' me
  But it's fuck 'em and I feed 'em to the fish
  Them killers come and X you off the list
  Now I'm being followed some creepy-ass cracker...
  Now I'm being followed some creepy-ass cracker...
  Stand your ground, stand your ground!
  Stand your ground, you gotta stand your ground!

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  The Trillest

  If they wanna go to war, well let’s take ‘em to war
  You niggas gonna feel this
  La, la, la, la, la, la
  You niggas gonna feel this
  La, la, la, la, la, la
  You fucking with the trillest
  La, la, la, la, la, la
  You niggas gonna feel this
  La, la, la, la, la, la
  Fuck niggas always get this shit bad
  That’s real, wanna stab me in the back
  Ridin’ around town sellin’ real weight
  Gotta keep going till I get straight
  Last night they pull another body out the lake
  We got some zombies out here wanna eat a nigga’s face
  Gotta stay real, nigga, can’t fake
  Niggas got beef with a straight face
  Can’t have no stick, no extendo
  Nigga wanna go to war holla ten fold
  Baby mama fucking niggas rapping on the street
  Now you seeing all the tracks breaking down to key
  If you got a pistol, better hold it up, nigga
  Yeah, you better keep it with you for this fuck niggas
  Say you want a kilo, gotta pay taxes
  Nigga kill peanut, he goona pay it back
  You niggas gonna feel this
  La, la, la, la, la, la
  You niggas gonna feel this
  La, la, la, la, la, la
  You fucking with the trillest
  La, la, la, la, la, la
  You niggas gonna feel this
  La, la, la, la, la, la
  I’m looking in your eyes and it’s all fake
  Niggas in the prison killing over cornflakes
  Time to get a new piece but I’m gonna wait
  Till the feds get my dog his new release day
  Young mogul, but a nigga came from the mud
  Say a prayer, I pray my son never be a thug
  Came up with a plan, nigga, I’m a mastermind
  Richest nigga in the hood, I ain’t hard to find
  Swear to God, … niggas sold me
  He ain’t got a lot of bitches ‘cause he won’t pay
  Lord taking my shot to show my war wound
  Gave a million to my dogs like it’s dog food
  Real niggas know to do the real thing
  Standing on 15 by 15, hey all 15 come and get me
  Then I know the real niggas gonna miss me
  You niggas gonna feel this
  La, la, la, la, la, la
  You niggas gonna feel this
  La, la, la, la, la, la
  You fucking with the trillest
  La, la, la, la, la, la
  You niggas gonna feel this
  La, la, la, la, la, la
  You niggas gonna feel this
  La, la, la, la, la, la
  You niggas gonna feel this
  La, la, la, la, la, la
  You fucking with the trillest
  La, la, la, la, la, la
  You niggas gonna feel this
  La, la, la, la, la, la
  You niggas gonna feel this
  You niggas gonna feel this
  You fucking with the trillest

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  50 Platesshow lyrics

  50 Plates

  [Intro]
  This the realest shit in the streets
  Untouchable empire
  The only niggas breaking Backwoods was in the Bentleys baby
  Believe it
  Let's get this motherfucking money
  (Rich gang)
  [Hook]
  I'm down to fill this empty sack
  I'm down to fill this empty sack
  My little niggas gonna set me straight
  My little niggas gonna set me straight
  Trying to flip these 50 plates
  It's time to flip these 50 plates
  This little juug gonna set me straight
  This little juug gonna set me straight
  [Verse 1]
  Chrome wheels on my 68
  Double M strong in fifty states
  My Mexicans gonna get me straight
  But that phone bill it can't be late
  Six mil on that interstate
  I'm down to fill this empty sack
  Grinding nigga wanna beat this case (Boss)
  Gun charge in New York state
  Hoe niggas up in my face
  Painkillers take pain away
  Raaa them sticks come, they bang away
  Raaa bang, bang, bang anyway
  [Hook]
  [Verse 2]
  Big wheels in my big VA
  Fuck with me you wanna get this cake
  Down to fill my empty sack
  These hundred bills just made my day
  Strip club is where we meet
  A big budget how she eat
  Them fuck niggas she know they fake
  I'm in the club just to flip my plates
  My lil niggas gonna set me straight
  My lil niggas gonna set me straight
  My Cuban blood he got that weight
  Tell Swalu come get that cake

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  Rick Rossshow lyrics

  Rick Ross

  In the world of so many, baby girl you are that one
  I deserve that, I deserve you
  I'd do anything that you say, anything
  Cause you the boss
  You, you, you the boss, man
  You the boss (uh)
  You, you, you the boss, man
  You, you, you the boss, man(uh)
  You, you, you the boss (boss)
  You the boss (boss)
  You, you, you the boss, man
  You, you, you the boss, man
  You, you, you the boss, man
  Rozay a born stunna
  I can blow money (uh)
  50 when I'm shoppin
  That aint no money (uh)
  I got ma jeans saggin
  Money stuffed in em
  I got 40 whips
  Way too much in em
  I need me a queen
  I need me a dime
  Livin this fast life
  Just show me a sign
  I'm a g
  I'm, I'm, I'm, ima g
  Took her from atlanta
  To the condo on the beach
  All she needs
  A, a, a, all she needs
  Is a boss on my level
  Who provides her every need (need)
  All I fiend is a queen in my presence
  I can hold her till I die
  Couple g's in a bezzle
  (Boss)
  I'd do anything that you say, anything
  Cause you the boss
  You, you, you the boss, man
  You the boss (uh)
  You, you, you the boss, man
  You, you, you the boss, man (uh)
  You, you, you the boss (boss)
  You the boss (boss)
  You, you, you the boss, man
  You, you, you the boss, man
  You, you, you the boss, man
  Still runnin the streets cause everyday I'm hustlin
  Double mg winnin in the streets is lovin it
  All this paper comin
  And my baby touchin it
  I pinned her to the wall
  You know this boy be bustin it
  Fur coast in the winter
  Look like a polar bear
  Stuntin in the snow
  These haters, they can go somewhere
  Indoor pool
  Outdoor pool
  Indoor pool
  Talkin ray j moves
  7 rolls royces
  Pink slips like a boss
  Champagne on her body
  Time to lick it off
  Me and baby girl are winning combination
  Ownership is my conversation
  I'm a boss
  I'd do anything that you say, anything
  Cause you the boss
  You, you, you the boss, man
  You the boss (boss)
  You, you, you the boss, man (boss)
  You, you, you the boss, man (talk to me)
  I'll watch
  You play (what you sayin baby)
  And I'll do whatever you say (boss)
  Oh I'll watch you play
  And I'll dooo
  Whatever you say
  I'd do anything that you say (uh), anything
  Cause you the boss
  You the boss (boss)
  You, you, you the boss, man
  You, you, you the boss, man
  You, you, you the boss, man (boss)
  You can take it anyway you want to
  Daddy I promise that I'll never disappoint you
  Just watch how I make it my motherfuckin point to
  Get a raise (uh)
  Get a raise (uh)
  You only live once baby (oohhh)
  Lets do it big
  Come on
  The boss
  The boss man
  The boss man
  Hey daddy wont you come and be my boss
  Let me work it for you with no days off
  Hey daddy wont you come and be my boss

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  Box Chevyshow lyrics

  Box Chevy

  [Skit]
  [Intro: Rick Ross]
  I smell pussy on these niggas man
  c'mon let do it
  [Bridge: Rick Ross]
  I try to let you pussy niggas eat
  its time to put your pussy boys to sleep
  pussy niggas always wanna talk
  Im busy gettin pussy like a fuckin boss
  [Verse 1: Rick Ross]
  I smell a pussy from a block away
  lets shoot them pussies from a block away
  they wanna see a nigga in a cage
  baby mama gone should a nigga wage
  I just went and got the Chevy sprayed
  pussy nigga wanna scratch a nigga paint
  pussy nigga wanna see you fall
  you know to bring them choppers when you see me call
  I tried to let them pussy niggas eat
  its time to make you pussy boys extinct
  I took a quarter Ki to Polk County
  All my central Florida nigga straight bowty
  broke down and brick em back in bartow
  bell blade box Chevy on my car phone
  J ville I went and bought a condo
  back to the crib where I get it by the car load
  [Hook: Rick Ross]
  I started with a box Chevy
  then I got the blue Lexus
  my bitch stay down with me
  so now she got the new Lexus
  [Verse 2: Rick Ross]
  I went and got my bitch her very own salon
  get her hair do everyday do the fuck she want
  I started in a box Chevy
  now my watch a buck eighty
  I heard the sane pussy niggas hatin'
  the killers comin stay patient
  I made a killing milkin okey chobey
  Im talkin millions with that okey dokey
  pop a molly now that bitch sweatin
  or is it just a nigga necklace?
  I tried to let you pussy niggas eat
  I pray that all you pussy boys decease
  [Hook]
  [Bridge]

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  Drug Money (remix) (ft. Meek Mill)show lyrics

  Drug Money (remix) (ft. Meek Mill)

  [Intro: Future]
  Aye FreeBand Gang
  Rich Gang La Familia
  You can have whatever you want
  You hear me?
  Ight, turn up, turn up
  [Hook: Future]
  Drug money it's gonna buy you what you want
  Drug money it's gonna buy you what you want
  Drug money it's gonna buy you what you want
  Drug money it's gonna buy you what you want
  Fish scale, I'll buy you what you want
  Thousand bill', I'll buy you what you want
  A hundred square, I'll buy you what you want
  Send em through the air, and buy you what you want
  [Verse 1: Meek Mill]
  I say drug money, its gon' buy you what you want
  Drug money, it'll buy you every gun
  And I got drug money, niggas slidin' with them drums
  And aint no love for it, better get the hire when we come
  I'm talkin fish scale, and nigga I could get you murdered for a brick sale
  I pull up on you pussy niggas and I fish tail
  I got these haters super sick, I tell 'em get well
  Get well soon hater, I'm talkin' Philly here
  I know these niggas hatin' on it, wanna kill me there
  But I still l ride in that foreign poppin wheelies yeah
  And fifty bottles make a movie like Big Willy
  I'm still really ...... I'm talkin
  [Hook]
  [Verse 2: Rick Ross]
  I need a tractor trailer, I need cold call in the back
  I'm talkin' calculater, dont fuck up a hundred racks nigga no Hilfiger
  But I bought a tommy gun, your dude a lil nigga
  Now tell me where your from, I'm talkin' Texaco
  I bought a Chevron I'm talkin' no money
  I came to push up on, my niggas A-1
  Hugo Chavez with them guns, these niggas parasites
  Paradise under the sun, I'm talkin' drug money
  It'll buy you every gun, I'm talkin' drug money
  We don't even count the ones, I'm talkin' King pin
  Living lavish all along, I'm talkin' rich nigga
  I aint got to write a song, I'm talkin'