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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 maƱana
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).