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Monday, February 14, 2011

Rick Ross - Bricks Lyrics

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Rick Ross - 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...
I can move... each...

Monday, January 17, 2011

Rick Ross - The Transporter Lyrics

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Rick Ross - 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’
But I gotta take my hat off to the Transporter

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Rick Ross - Made Men Lyrics (feat. Drake)

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Rick Ross - Made Men (feat. Drake)

[Rick Ross]
Two door Bugatti coupe
I call it Katy Perry
Wiz Khalifa papers
my favourite 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
spending tomorrows money, I call it mañana
off the rack just aint my style, I call it designer
one of my baddest women ever, I call her Rihanna
but thats cause her name is Rihanna!
I’m in the condo just posting watching Miami kill
I might just walk to the arena and watch it for real
Ashes to ashes, me, Rozay and Khaled
smoking bull riders, shit moving slow as a balet
tattoo on your ass, it’d be nice if you show me
I’m buying bitches furs, Mike Tyson, Naomi
I’ve got the right to do it, it’s only right to do it
love me some head, and I love a woman that likes to do it
still love my team, aint no other option
not for made n-ggas and I’m never stopping
I’m Damon Wayans, just know that homie don’t play that
you know we running my n-gga, Young money, Maybach

[Chorus]

[Rick Ross - Verse 3]
Black panorama, I call it T-Pain
I got my autotune, that bitch insane
got my revolver too, I call it Ving Rhames
you still a baby boy, we doing big things
street n-ggas, you hear what I said
I got some bad news, Jabar back in the feds
facing twenty, he just did a dime
been out a year, look like he finna ride
genocide, these people killing time
throw you in a hole, you must be penalised
soon as you see success, haters reinvest
miami guns drive, half a million nothing less
raised the bar, I set the standards
my yayo Mc Hammer, that bitch just keep on dancing
Michael Jackson, let it moonwalk
set it on the napkin, let it cool off

[Chorus]

Rick Ross - Pandemonium Lyrics (Ft. Wale & Meek Mill)

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Rick Ross - Pandemonium (Ft. Wale & Meek Mill)

3 passports, 3 first class tickets to the money
straight flights

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

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

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

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

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Rick Ross - 10 Bricks Lyrics

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Rick Ross - 10 Bricks

Look into my ..
It’s 200 thousand dead nigger
Come and fuck me now
Suck me down
Blow my sucks
Push that ..
I’m gonna drop that top
And all the nigger
That bitches never had money
… extra more money
Get your first .. come with a test
Watch for the feds.. and IRS
… clap all you niggers…
Up in the condo
And my European bitches always screaming my money
… I find it funny
I count cash you don’t know me nigger
The only nigger

10 bricks to the fish (repeats)

I’m richer than the richest
..holiday sunshine how we get it
.. every time we come and spend it
.. you know the game..
See my son did time
.. when we eat
..cash money all the time
Fire flames .. daytime
…YMCMB

Rick Ross - She Crazy Lyrics

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Rick Ross - She Crazy (feat. Aaliyah & Ne-Yo)

Yeahhh mhmm mhmm

You know sometimes in life shit is so crazy,
I wanna smoke one for my nigga peanut,
That’s my brother forever nigga I love you nigga,
Your son is mine nigga,
Let me check this bitch right quick though.

Been through a lot 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,
Running 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’s
I just loved that fact that she really did embrace me,
Then she started dancing really didn’t faze 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.

[Chorus x2:]

(Ooooh) And no matter the time or the place in the matter the crime,
It’s just me and my, (Ooooh) just me and my,
Do it all through whatever we stay together (Ooooh) .

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 best friends parted ways, fuck house parties
Now it’s 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
We’re 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.

[Chorus x2:]

(Ooooh) And no matter the time or the place in the matter the crime,
It’s just me and my, (Ooooh) just me and my,
Do it all through whatever we stay together (Ooooh).

Thursday, December 30, 2010

Rick Ross - John Doe Lyrics

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Rick Ross - John Doe

[Rick Ross]
Ugh, there he go, thats John Doe
There he go, thats John Doe
There he go, thats John Doe
Balling on you b-tches 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 dough dealin
ugh I’m still balling like I’m dough dealin
ugh I parked the Caddy in the living room
just parked the Caddy in the living room

[Rick Ross- Verse 1]
I brought a Benz and it’s paid for
I brought a b-tch that b-tch 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 n-ggas like a chess piece
spend a couple hundred dollars on my chest piece
outta town n-ggas 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 b-tch, John Doe

[Chorus]

[Rick Ross- Verse 2]
I got a b-tch who has a habit
spending stacks on nice fabrics
that head great, that p-ssy 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 Im 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 n-gga Fanzo
yea they asked my name but he told ‘em John Doe

[Chorus - x2]

Monday, December 27, 2010

Rick Ross - Play Your Part Lyrics

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Rick Ross Play Your Part (feat. Wale, Meek Mill & DA from Chester French)

[Chorus:]
You think you using me
like this games new to me
but you aint confusing me
you just want jewelry and all them f-ckin shopping sprees
but that aint stopping me
and I aint 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 thats sneaker money
triple white Ferrari yeah thats 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 aint confusing me
you just want jewelry and all them f-ckin shopping sprees
but that aint stopping me
and I aint 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 b-tches 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 b-tches thats dreamin’ thinking Im trickin’ chicken
I’m simply f-ckin’ with b-tches that know they whole position
thats real n-gga sh-t
real n-gga life
I give my heart to one broad, the others get the pipe
I aint tryna fight, I aint 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 aint confusing me
you just want jewelry and all them f-ckin shopping sprees
but that aint stopping me,
and I aint 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’ sh-t for kids and you know I dont need no cereal
you know I was ridin’ and you switched up a gear or two
so I let others sh-t 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 aint ever try tuning you
but now Im 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 aint really give a f-ck
It was like a n-gga rushed
told my jeweler make her freeze like I was tryna stick her up
she call me daddy like a n-gga 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 aint confusing me
you just want jewelry and all them f-ckin shopping sprees
but that aint stopping me
and I aint 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 Diddy (Bugatti Boyz) - Another One Lyrics

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Rick Ross Diddy (Bugatti Boyz) - Another One

[Diddy]
You n-ggas paranoid,
I party gettin’ money
I know I’m the sh-t 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, I grind everyday for it
if you see me riding in it, means I paid for it
Bugatti Boyz 1.8 fours
I got money baby I could order 8 more
f-ck the Forbes list lets tell the truth I ate more
I got a billion baby time to get 8 more
12 bedrooms, time to get 8 more
stack up all the cases of Ciroc on the 8th floor

[Chorus - Rick Ross] (Diddy in brackets)
Got a hundred million
(its time to get another one)
How this Bugatti feel
(I may need me another one)
5 bad b-tches
(just got me another one)
P Diddy run the city
(never be another one)
5 mill cash
(and I need another one)
rocking a different Rollie
(no this not the other one)
Stacking a number gettin’ money
(n-gga number one)
real n-ggas run the city
(never be another one)

[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 sh-t
gave myself a ten digit bonus
I’m the money man, never financed
go get this money baby, with yo fine ass
if ya n-gga broke it’s time to get another one
if oyu b-tch is trippin’ time to get another one
I’m Puff Daddy b-tch there’ll never be another one
Bugatti Boyz forever one

[Chorus]

[Rick Ross]
I feelin’ the money
I’m lovin’ the paper
n-gga hate in the hood
took his hoe to Jamaica
if I let down the top
let the breeze in my beard
VIP is the spot, they playing musical chairs

my Columbian the man, holla beam me up Shawty
got that money in the bag that can hold a f-cking body
1.5 for this brand new black Bugatti
jewels like I’m Slick Rick
ballet shoes lade dade
I’m billin’ myself, b-tch you do the same
f-ck what I spend at the bar
you should see how I came
keep my b-tch at her best
with one foot in the trap
if I bust at your chest I bet thats a wrap
take that

[Chorus]
[End]

Friday, December 24, 2010

Rick Ross - Black Man's Dream Lyrics

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Rick Ross - Black Man's Dream (ft. Ludacris)

[Ludacris - 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) [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] [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]

Thursday, December 23, 2010

Rick Ross - Retrosuperfuture Lyrics ft. Wiz Khalifa

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Rick Ross - Retrosuperfuture ft. Wiz Khalifa

[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 b-tches 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 p-ssy 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
f-ckin 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 n-ggas 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
Im like chyea Ima chill right chea
like the Mack 11 on me n-gga 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

[Chorus - Wiz Khalifa]

Saturday, December 18, 2010

Rick Ross - 9 Piece Lyrics ft. T.I.

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Rick Ross - 9 Piece ft. T.I.

[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
MJG bitch I got 8 balls

Friday, December 3, 2010

Big Kuntry King - Focus Lyrics (Ft. Rick Ross)

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Big Kuntry King - Focus (Ft. Rick Ross)

My … four times free, big part time teacher
Me and Keisha’s cool cause I used to fuck Tammy
… sister gave move to Miami
Keisha wants to travel now I’m taking her to Mexico
… here once and I ain’t need fuck the whole
‘Course I told Rico that Tammy can’t stand me
For fucking bitch me and you are like family
If … round nigger shouldn’t trust him
For … motherfucking brother
Speaking to the G code fuck one of these …
Cause I went and told what he saying back to Rico
Rico got mad as hell and start clicking
Put the pistol out and told me stay off by the …
Told me he would kill me if I’d ever fuck his bitches
He ain’t … shit … chicken
Rico trippin out, Rico know I ain’t no whose
Rico know he should of killed me,
Rico know I should ain’t gonna go
Rico see … decision, if you steal a fucking …
Rico still own me a money … planned on letting know
Rico mamma know my mamma, we’re like family, Rico’s smart
But if Rico knows what I know can no … gun
I know Rico ain’t no sucker, Rico’s girl he can holler
Rico … in a minute, but if … apart
And Rico fucking Tammy cause he wanna pay back Keysha
Keysha wanna pay back Rico, I don’t give a fuck bout needle
The … Keisha so fucked up she been fucking with that needle
Gave that bitch a couple of space, she caught Rico off the middle
Rico walked me to the house, I was stand right on the couch
Rico thought he seen a ghost, he’s just standing by the door
Rico one shot to the head, Keisha’s claiming that he did
You know one thing he knowing, Keisha…

You’re a real nigger, … run away, never change, gather …
If my … realize, streets …
…Looking Keisha …

Guess … guess I kinda let my …
Guess it always … he don’t ever show no look
I can’t … take my money and I found what he …
Maybe just a middle man, you can mash it …
Just the price to be too high, but I heard he works for Nino
Just a fool, … he met Nino in a casino
On a cool … man I heard he get …

Just a home boy Didi, he be fucking with the white
Didi supposed to be his groom … night
Me and Didi went to school together, me and Didi tight
Feeling … feeling Didi white
I’ma playing under Didi trying to get up on the …
Maybe I meet up with Nino and give me a commission
Just always getting robbed … streets
Didi told me Nino always asking questions about me
Just … Nino got to playing safe
So in other words, Nino doing whatever Jesse say
Jesse playing like it’s straight, Nino move back to L.A.
Didi told me Jesse loves … down in M.A.
Nino flew us out to Kelly, he’s gonna take us to the Grammies
I put up on Jesse, he was front seat with Tammy
Tammy look me in my eyes, Jesse looking at her strange
Thinking about what Didi called me Tammy holling Jesse changed
… told him I was leaving soon
For enough I think the Tammy bitch come out of Nino’s room
Ok, Nino fucking Tammy, Tammy holding Nino work
And Jesse … cause if he do you would be hurt
A nose full of … I take a trip to 305
Tammy …
And Didi looking for me but he fuck out with my guest
… Nino, Nino, Nino, Nino, Nino, Nino, Nino, Nino

You’re a real nigger, … run away, never change, gather …
If my … realize, streets made of gold.
…fucking Morticia, … look ambitious.

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Rick Ross - Veterans Day Lyrics

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Rick Ross - Veterans Day feat. Lil Wayne & Birdman

[Lil Wayne]
I like my p-ssy a little wetter my drinks a little colder
my girls a little older with her hair past her shoulders
like my weed a little stronger my money a lot longer
if blooding aint right than I couldn’t be a wronger
I’m a bad muthaf-cker be very afraid
boy this heat will give your ass a raspberry beret
been in the building muthaf-cker we aint never escape
cash money is the army veterans day
the block got hotter the World got colder
so f-ck a diamond chain we wearing guns on our shoulder
if you want it you can get it come and sign up
we got choppers that will put that Tony Romo 9 up
man we so about it 5 star count it
could have f-cked the World but I left it how I found it
took the game to school now I’m bout to cap and gown it
got a circle of success you can say I’m well rounded.

yeah and by the way my name is Tunche

[Birdman]
Uptown roller take it off your shoulder
Tommy’s with the flag spent the hundred high rollin’
flipped it off the condo made it off the conda
sky scraping condo top floor aroma
high to the sky when I step up in this b-tch
thousand dollar cologne no ceiling in this b-tch
the marble for the Louie the bag full of cash
keep a strap on me a mill on the tab
priceless with these numbers flipping in the seat
Junya doing time kicking up his feet
a mill on the books I’m stuntin with a fleet
a pretty red b-tch we smash every week
blowing on some good Maybach back seat
the b-tch sleeping good a mill on the sheets
born rich from the hood YMCMB
yeah Maybach brrrap

[Rick Ross]
I’m that fat muthf-cker young entrepreneurs
zombies in the street we got them pouring out the sewers
most controversial in the muthaf-cking truest
and by looking at my jewels Im still the muthaf-cking coolest
waving your flag you just a f-cking blood donor
and this b-tch far from bad who put these f-cking Uggs on her
took her to California spent a f-cking dub on her
when she walk up in the club now every f-cking thug want her
I’m just so f-cking special lets see whats on the menu
f-ck the promoter my grand bigger than the venue
this the sh-t Im into all black in the rental
my chopper be making hits its such a sad instrumental
these n-ggas love boys enjoying there little toys
I’m building hotels off the coast of St. Croix
100 mill I accept nothing less
black Rayban’s at Obama’s next addres

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Chrisette Michele - So In Love Lyrics (Ft. Rick Ross)

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Chrisette Michele - So In Love (Ft. Rick Ross)

Love is a powerful word
And you’ve been on my mind so much, lately
How can I say this?

I’m always late to diner days
Look into her face
Marathon lovin’ making like she win a race
I live a sure life
It’s hard for me to feel them safe
Toni Montana money quit the guard, replicate
Quick cigars on a line no need to state
Versace couches .. candles and matching plates
This picture is better than ... in Denver
Kissing shorty in the rain but I’m making her warm

..each time that I see you
I’m not showing up on my phone
..every single time that you’re near me
I’m not ready just leave me alone
I feel .. try to say it’s ok
But I’m not ready to go
Would you have my permission
My heart is on a mission
This got to .. this song

Chorus
I’m so in love
And my heart just goes
With no control
So I’m trying to flow
Baby I’m so …
Never should have told my
I’m so in love
Never should have told my
I’m so in love
And my heart is saying (repeats)

...everything is scare scare
Something is the matter with me
..like a radio
Loud like a stereo
This is how my heart beats
.. cannot check it
Feels like my heart is on repeat
I got a confession
Love is my new obsession
My heart is talking to me
She said: boom boom boom

Chorus
My heart is saying: boom boom boom

I’m chilling ... six rings
You know we’ll record that until we get a six rings
We’re both from .. it ain’t a big thing
But when we come around they make it a big thing
Still on the block on that truck chicken box
They .. with that ears is that a gift from Watch?
When I’m ... I got to let the city watch

Chorus

Monday, November 8, 2010

Keri Hilson - The Way You Love Me Lyrics (Ft. Rick Ross)

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Keri Hilson - The Way You Love Me (Ft. Rick Ross)

I'm Swaggin, I'm Swaggin...
I'm Swaggin, I'm Swaggin... (Go!)
I'm Swaggin, I'm Swaggin...
I'm Swaggin, I'm Swaggin... (Go!)
I'm Swaggin, I'm Swaggin...
I'm Swaggin, I'm Swaggin... (Go!)
(Boys...)

Love me, love me -- it's the way you love me
Touch me, touch me -- it's the way you touch me
Fuck me, fuck me -- it's the way you fuck me
(It's) the way you love me baby you got me goin' crazy
(It's) the way you love me baby you got me goin' crazy
It's) the way you love me baby you got me goin' crazy
(It's) the way you love me baby you got me goin' crazy
You got me goin crazy, you got me goin crazy (ah!)

Ooh ahh baby don't stop
You know how I like it daddy when you hit the spot
Ooh ahh baby don't stop
I'm a take control when I climb up on top

I can take that ship boy, switch up your position
Yea you do it hard baby, like you on a mission
Now I do it Superman -- Love, or addiction
Baby you can count down, renew your prescription

Yeah, you can see -- just where we wanna be
I got that kinda lovin' that'll keep you off the streets
Yeah, you can see -- just where we wanna be
The way you love me the way you love me (Fuck Me)
Yeah, that's me -- just where we wanna be
I got that kinda pussy that'll keep you off the streets
Yeah, that's me -- just where we wanna be
The way you love me the way you love me (Fuck Me)

Love me, love me -- it's the way you love me
Touch me, touch me -- it's the way you touch me
Fuck me, fuck me -- it's the way you fuck me
(It's) the way you love me baby you got me goin' crazy
(It's) the way you love me baby you got me goin' crazy
(It's) the way you love me baby you got me goin' crazy
(It's) the way you love me baby you got me goin' crazy
You got me goin crazy, you got me goin crazy (ah!)

Boy I got that magic raise your wand I'll be your wiz
I know your Ex's Ms wasn't hittin' like this
Don't be gentle don't be rough until I say so...
You know I will be grippin tighter than your bankroll

They say I'm the best (they're the best)
Now you want me in the worst way
Ooey it's so juicy boy I hope you come first place
So good I make ya think my bed is my workplace
You can't overwork me, baby don't hurt me... (yeah)

Yeah, you can see -- just where we wanna be
I got that kinda lovin' that'll keep you off the streets
Yeah, you can see -- just where we wanna be
The way you love me the way you love me (Fuck Me)
Yeah, that's me -- just where we wanna be
I got that kinda pussy that'll keep you off the streets
Yeah, that's me -- just where we wanna be
The way you love me the way you love me (Fuck Me)

Love me, love me -- it's the way you love me
Touch me, touch me -- it's the way you touch me
Fuck me, fuck me -- it's the way you fuck me
(It's) the way you love me baby you got me goin' crazy
(It's) the way you love me baby you got me goin' crazy
(It's) the way you love me baby you got me goin' crazy
(It's) the way you love me baby you got me goin' crazy
You got me goin crazy, you got me goin crazy (ow!)

Love me, love me -- it's the way you love me
Touch me, touch me -- it's the way you touch me
Fuck me, fuck me -- it's the way you fuck me
(It's) the way you love me baby you got me goin' crazy
(It's) the way you love me baby you got me goin' crazy
(It's) the way you love me baby you got me goin' crazy
(It's) the way you love me baby you got me goin' crazy
You got me goin crazy, you got me goin crazy

I'm Swaggin, I'm Swaggin...
I'm Swaggin, I'm Swaggin...
I'm Swaggin, I'm Swaggin...

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Rick Ross - Looking For Love Lyrics

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Rick Ross - Looking For Love

Sunday, October 31, 2010

Rick Ross - So In Love Lyrics

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Rick Ross - So In Love

Love is a powerful word and u been on my mind so much lately, how can i say this im always late for dinner dates lickin her face marathon love makin but she win the race i live a certain life it's hard for me to feel im safe, tony Montana money creep the guards lift the gate creeps and guards on the lawn no need to state versa chi couches, sandals, matchin plates this picture better then Bosky Arts greatest and ever im kissing shorty in the rain but im makin her wetter im chilling courtside Jordan 6 rings you know we courtside till we get our 6 rings we both on common ground it aint a big thang but when we come around they make it a big thang still on the block in that drock chicken box they asking what that is, is that a different watch?
When im in stunt mode i gotta let the city watch or it's the clear port jet to a chilling spot