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Rick Ross - All About The Money (Remix) Lyrics

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(Verse) Menace to society, cocaine brothers My dog made three Feds 
magazine covers Get shot for the beat, wash up on the beach Butt naked 
full of hoes, Timbs on your feet Ya stressed on the block, cover with the 
top Backwards, stay strapped, smokin' in the dark Sickin' bitch, ya 
fuckin' ?, how ya writing books? I'm from the city testify and get yo body 
took ? rap, tell me cuz I got all the cheese They had him in his ? now 
it's time to squeeze 50 stacks of carbon, boy, now pay the penalty I'll 
call yo kids, I swear to God, you'll gon' remember me Word to Piefull, it's 
time to see my nigga D In a two seater, in Atlanta, pickin' up me Ferrari 
or the Lambo, cuz I got em both Begin took a chain, next ya know I got em 
smoked Neva rob, baby, I'm so foreva mob I'm out in Vegas at the ponds, 
playing peddle bomb Push a button I can turn a bitch to battler raw Kill 
yoself and then how ya rat on all ya dawgs? Play my position, here I am so 
now it's time to ball Troy Ave, now it's time to ball

(Hook) It’s all about the all about the money It’s all about the all 
about the money It’s all about the all about the money It’s all about the 
all about the money

(Verse 2: Troy Ave) I’ll be in the hood trap regular toilet paper in my 
porch cause I’m shitting Ninety four & fillmore in the kitchen Cooking 
birds nigga saying thanks for giving Arnold Schwarzengger arm from the 
whippin' Arnold Schwarzengger arm from the wipping' One reply to ya niggas 
sneak dissin Suck a dick when you see me, know I’m grippin' You never seen 
nothing like this splash brothers with the aim, I wish a nigga would boy A 
nigga sleepin with ur misses nigga call me young melo cause scoring its my shit 
boy I’m CP3 cause I be dishing and handleling the rock chef cooking with the 
pot boy

(Hook) It’s all about the all about the money It’s all about the all 
about the money It’s all about the all about the money It’s all about the 
all about the money

(Verse 3: Troy Ave) No limit to my money I should get a tank They walk 
me to the back entering the bank Base running errands, so im givin 
hanks That’s a hit, had him hit leave da nigga plank He got six feet, I 
got six figures Nothing less is six shots coming up the hipper Life a 
trip, life a gamble I'ma big chipper Thousand dollar hand wrist glitter bitch 
nigga You never seen nothing like this splash brothers with the aim, I wish a 
nigga would boy A nigga sleepin with ur misses nigga call me young melo cause 
scoring its my shit boy I’m CP3 cause I be dishing and handling the rock chef 
cooking with the pot boy

(Hook) It’s all about the all about the money It’s all about the all 
about the money It’s all about the all about the money It’s all about the 
all about the money

Rick Ross - All About The Money (Remix) Lyrics

Rick Ross - All About The Money (Remix) Lyrics (Verse) Menace to society, cocaine brothers My dog made three Feds magazine covers...

Nipsey Hussle ft. Rick Ross – 1 Hunnit A Show Lyrics

1 Hunnit A Show Lyrics, Nipsey Hussle, Nipsey Hussle ft. Rick Ross – 1 Hunnit A Show Lyrics, Rick Ross 2:34 AM

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1 Hunnit A Show Lyrics by Nipsey Hussle ft. Rick Ross

(verse: nipsey hussle) you fuckin’ with a young nigga 2 12s in the 
trunk nigga having errythin’ he want nigga life on the rush 
nigga probably neva get enough nigga all he wanna do is stunt 
nigga niggas always lookin’ up to him whole spot goin’ up to him new 
money gettin’ stuck to him life it was rough to him skinny nigga he was 
buff to it tryna do it like puff do it do it like russ do it real life 
said wassup to it need a benz nigga fuck buick made a plan & i stuck 
to it i’m the man you a bluff to us small talk such a sus to us the 
money is a must to us we came from these corners bbut we at it till we 
afluenced you gotta bring your guts to it tryna get it to the 
point they got to bring it in a truck to us

(verse 2: rick ross) all ‘em blogs neva shook a nigga hundred racks 
just to book a nigga greatest eva like a brooklyn nigga all this ice here 
is hard to overlook a nigga fell in love with that fan’s money fifty racks 
on that back end walk thru cuz o’ 4 bricks maybach’s when i back in lax 
nip roll that pound pool outside of that polo lounge mob bitch hold that 
down pinky ring go rollex crown testify, neva go that route black 
bottles, that moet out my first mill i had a kodak smile tell the plug 
bring more back now fake jewels neva tolerate it pray boobee’s case 
exhonerated erry night i thank god i made it erry night i thank god i made 
it! my bitch bad like harley penguin big ass mansion from all that 
rappin tell the police call the captain motherfucker i’mma start the 
clappin

(hook) need 100 a show so we can fly in a jet fuck wit ya girl, ya 
always ready fo’ sex keep my eye on this game & let the $ invest & 
nigga, i’mma die fo’ my fuckin’ respect 
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Nipsey Hussle ft. Rick Ross – 1 Hunnit A Show Lyrics

1 Hunnit A Show Lyrics by Nipsey Hussle ft. Rick Ross (hook) need 100 a show so we can fly in a jet fuck wit ya girl, ya always ready...

Rick Ross - Neighborhood Drug Dealer Lyrics

Neighborhood Drug Dealer, Rick Ross 8:02 AM

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(Hook) Uh, I'm yo neighborhood drug deala It's yo neighborhood drug 
deala Uh, it's yo neighborhood drug deala I'm yo neighborhood drug 
deala Neighborhood drug deala It's yo neighborhood drug deala 1, 2, 
what it be? Michael Jordan, white, bitch, twenty three

(Verse) Bet ya hear my pipes rev when I tip the scale Rich fo'eva, 
still a muscle & it neva fails Ya a house nigga so they let ya get the 
mail We in the back whipping egg whites & cracking shells Robin jeans 
fo' my team, pocket fo' the sale Pussy niggas gossip pray ya die from 
gonorrhea Al Capone where I'm from that Benzo bullet proof Neighborhood 
dope boy ya can get it 2 Fuck them pussy niggas catch they ass at Smoothie 
Kings 100 missed calls afta that new toolie rings Skip South Beach bitch 
bring it 2 the ridge Fo' that change, put that thang right up 2 yo ribs

(Hook) Uh, I'm yo neighborhood drug deala It's yo neighborhood drug 
deala Uh, it's yo neighborhood drug deala I'm yo neighborhood drug 
deala Neighborhood drug deala It's yo neighborhood drug deala 1, 2, 
what it be? Michael Jordan, white, bitch, twenty three

(Verse 2) Chevy SS, she heard I bump fire Got row houses up & down 
through Pembroke Pines Say the streets count, I say it's 'bout time Gail 
Harbor on my momma, been about mine Still pay my child support, in all trap 
$ All fives & tens, can't touch my rap $ She won't fuck wit me, I'm 
hating, yeah I'm pussy stank Meet yo migo mama then ya crack the piggie 
bank Dope boy dream, neva lose it all Montgomery Alabama know we love the 
send 'em soft Baton Rouge's a Actavis & act a fool Neighborhood dope 
boy ya should hit me 2

Rick Ross - Neighborhood Drug Dealer Lyrics

Neighborhood Drug Dealer Lyrics by Rick Ross (Hook) Uh, I'm yo neighborhood drug deala It's yo neighborhood drug deala Uh, it...

Rick Ross ft. Jay Z - Movin Bass Lyrics

Jay Z, Movin Bass Lyrics, Rick Ross 8:18 PM

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Movin Bass Lyrics by Rick Ross ft. Jay Z

And I’m getting money When they let go And get a nigga bang-bang Get 
shot in your finger ways 20 figures and I’ll still be moving the base Gave 
birth to children you’re scared to raise

Chains swinging Phone ringing Shots fire, same nigga We movin’ but 
in a different pase I’m hard to kill 14 forgot who had that dollar 
bill Only a woman got you covered and takes you to the safe

We’re still movin’ bass We’re still movin’ bass A cop tries to knock us 
off But we’re still movin’ bass It’s throwing shots to a nigga door And 
we still movin’ bass

Falling from the sky The money bag be bigger Pray for a little 
sinner Sweeping me on my feet New bitches, they’re about to flee And we 
do more about it We men indispensable 3 trips a week So we lick what we 
wanna lick

In the House of the Lord My niggaz bearing arms His eyes wide know when 
he got what he peaked for I’m movin’ base We got to stay You know my 
speaker’s low Put the pistol to your mouth And show me it’s safe

I’m still movin’ bass We’re still movin’ bass A cop tries to knock us 
off But we’re still movin’ bass It’s throwing shots to a nigga door And 
we still movin’ bass

I see it cost a lot Miami is filling my heart Niggaz plan the 
corner Ladies stay on our feet Your brother went to duplex I’m selling 
grenades by the box It’s getting cheap Schoolin’ the little niggaz PI 
18 it’s just a plus Don’t mention the dust RLCMM kill anything

We’re still movin’ bass We’re still movin’ bass A cop tries to knock us 
off But we’re still movin’ bass It’s throwing shots to the nigga 
door And we still movin’ bass

Rick Ross ft. Jay Z - Movin Bass Lyrics

Movin Bass Lyrics by Rick Ross ft. Jay Z And I’m getting money When they let go And get a nigga bang-bang Get shot in your finger way...

FAT TREL ft. Rick Ross – Burn Lyrics

Burn Lyrics, Fat Trel, Rick Ross 8:03 PM

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(Intro) You was right, I was wrong Yeah

(Verse: Fat Trel) Anotha nigga die as my cell phone rings Same time 
bitches kiss the pinky ring I’m a Don, my motha say she knew that all 
along Back when I was neva home, when I was, I was strong Try & sell 
the white like it’s right, I was wrong But the $ wasn’t light, it was ripe, 
it was long Can’t be living basic all the business people take it Mo’ 
investigations, all the $ we be makin’ Double M the G right now I feel like 
we the greatest Nobody hating, I promise that’s not a statement They in 
the building with killers they neva say shit & all my niggas the realest 
cuz we don’t take shit Rose just called me like got a body fo’ ya fo’ 40 I 
told him if he that important I kill him fo’ sure Stash bodies, I pay the 
storage, I pay the mortgage I’m scoreless, they told me my record was 
gorgeous Wait & listen, then I really start 2 pay attention Miami in 
the reif, but the Ferrari missing Rare forges on these, sorry spotted Tracy 
in it I’m in the B 7, she try 2 rape me in it I start caressing ‘er friend 
& she told me wait 1 minute I’m breaking records, in 60 seconds we finna 
sex Then fuck the rest of this beat, cuz I’m as finished flex No regrets, 
just rolling, me & my weapon

(Verse 2: Rick Ross) We checking the luggage & carry on all the 
$ Feeding all of my niggas, still get new coupes erry summer Interested in 
jets & unfo’gettable sex He caught the Rico probono-in’ when they bought 
a Corvette Fuck the feds, get it tatted on my neck & leg Balling like 
I’m Derrick Rose on my second legs That 14 looking like my mama 
devilish Ya a bitch, in jail them niggas even had ya making beds 
(what?) Fo’ a fiend in my blood I write a hundred songs Neva fronting now 
my new shit got a hundred rooms Double M, we them dudes not 2 run 
into Slutty Boyz, pussy boys what ya want to do? Huh?

(Verse 3: Rick Ross) My 4 4 leave a fuck nigga bed ridden Bed sores 
& his ol’ hoe’s head spinning Think it’s a game, niggas laying in the 
rain Fo’ sum’ shit on Twitter, nigga what the fuck ya saying? Warden kept 
a stick in his dad’s boards Then went 2 war with the whole task force A 
quarter key is these nigga’s goals Caught a case & his whole damn brother 
told

(Verse 4: Fat Trel) Fuck is wrong with these niggas souls? Ain’t taking 
lip from a bitch unless ‘er pussy is gold & me & bruh blow betta ‘dro 
got different calls I different business & Benz, different area 
codes Wonder why them Taliban niggas neva fold I chop ‘em like a China man 
when I drop a roll My teacha driving that Camry so I was neva wrong She 
should have listened 2 me, I was right all along

(Hook x2) Burn this muthafucka down (burn this muthafucka down) Burn 
this muthafucka down (down) We be ‘em niggas, ‘em niggas don’t eva come 
around & when they pull up my choppa like turn the fuck 
around 
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FAT TREL ft. Rick Ross – Burn Lyrics

FAT TREL ft. Rick Ross – Burn Lyrics (Intro) You was right, I was wrong Yeah (Verse: Fat Trel) Anotha nigga die as my cell phone ring...

Rick Ross ft. K. Michelle - If They Knew Lyrics

If They Knew Lyrics, K. Michelle, Rick Ross 5:42 PM

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[Hook: K. Michelle]</div>
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This is so all bad, nothin' good can come from 
this</div>
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Sweet but sad, I don't know love ruins a relationship</div>
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It will never 
last but it feels so good, guess I gotta deal with it</div>
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This is so all bad, 
this is so all bad</div>
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Got me messin' 'round with you</div>
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You got me messin' 
'round with you</div>
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Out here messin' 'round with you</div>
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What you gon' say? What 
you gon' do?</div>
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Baby if they knew?</div>
 
 
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[Verse 1: Rick Ross]</div>
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I'm a G, she say the pain runs deep</div>
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But she can't 
run from me</div>
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I'm in these streets with the killers, thugs, and drug 
dealers</div>
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100 mil' plus, in trucks with no ceilings</div>
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Fuck who don't feel it, 
I'm feelin' like I'm the realest</div>
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Biggest boss in the business and really 
that's to infinite</div>
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What we doin' wrong but it feels right</div>
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Can't discuss 
what we did the whole night</div>
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Won't be the last time, on my cash line</div>
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Duffel 
bags so accountant is the past time</div>
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And for the last time, I'm not a bad 
guy</div>
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I just like what I like, now shorty act right</div>
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Small waist, red 
weaves</div>
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Black car, keep it flyer than them Red Wings</div>
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Nightmares, day 
dreams</div>
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She the one, listen how she say things</div>
 
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[Hook: K. Michelle]</div>
 
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[Verse 2: Rick Ross]</div>
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She in love with the life, champagne and all the 
light</div>
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Chanel sneakers and scarves, I want you to be my wife</div>
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We can run 
around the world and tuck with no fear</div>
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G4, G5, whole team here</div>
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Call 
ourselves friends, but we holdin' hands</div>
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Got alot of questions, am I a 
controllin' man?</div>
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I run the streets but I'm well known in Japan</div>
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As a G, a 
boss, the money coming fast</div>
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She from a lovin' home, I'm from a troubled 
home</div>
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One bedroom, didn't have a telephone</div>
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Now I'm on the corner, time to 
get my hustle on</div>
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Women recognize, and now I got a couple of 'em</div>
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Speedin' 
in the Beemer then I got a Range</div>
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She not a side chick, she all in my 
lane</div>
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She a quiet chick, may let her see some things</div>
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I'm catchin' feelin's 
for her, she take away the pain</div>
 
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[Hook: K. Michelle]</div>
 
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[Verse 3: Rick Ross]</div>
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Life amazin', wake up in new places</div>
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Big faces 
stuffed in suitcases</div>
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Played the hand I was dealt, few aces</div>
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Now the bedroom 
suite is too spacious</div>
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Niggas wanna kill me but I put 'em on pause</div>
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Broke 
motherfuckers better bow to the boss</div>
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I'm gettin' high, I'm above the 
law</div>
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Gettin' down and dirty, makin' love to her</div>
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Please believe in niggas 
that's still schemin'</div>
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But the ghost that floats the 4 Seasons</div>
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To love me 
baby is too easy</div>
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But what I need you to do is just believe me</div>
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She got the 
Range Rover, I was cool with it</div>
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Been the land, cruisin' girl I went to school 
in it</div>
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Green Goyard bag, it got the tool in it</div>
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Everytime we fuck I act a 
fool in it</div>

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Rick Ross ft. K. Michelle - If They Knew Lyrics

If They Knew Lyrics by Rick Ross ft. K. Michelle [Hook: K. Michelle] This is so all bad, nothin' good can come from this S...

Migos ft. Rick Ross - Black Bottles Lyrics

Black Bottles lyrics, Migos, Migos ft. Rick Ross - Black Bottles lyrics, Rick Ross 7:09 AM

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(Hook) Black bottles & the gold chains Want the half or the whole 
thing? Ya going hard or you're going home? Ya going gold or you riding 
chrome?

(Verse: Rick Ross) Pussy niggas wanna see ya dead Cuz them pussy niggas 
neva see the bread Black bottles & the gold chains Hoe swallowing my 
whole name I got some niggas that'll slide fo' me In other words, niggas 
there 2 die fo' me Left hand fo' the styro foam My right hand keep this 
Calico I gave my shawty a student loan That bitch's mouth made the honor 
roll It's a cold world, meaning no luv Down 2 do work, nigga, no 
gloves Just got me 2 birds from ol' boy I always look out fo' old 
boy Belair, my refrigerator I ate your bitch out on the dinner table

(Hook) Black bottles & the gold chains Want the half or the whole 
thing? Ya going hard or you're going home? Ya going gold or you riding 
chrome?

(Verse 2: Quavo) Migos, walkin' out the bando wit a 45 My mama told me 
get $ & stay alive I can't make the deal, I think he wearing a 
wire Pitch a hard ball & they hit it, call 'em Mark McGwire I'm 
meeting up wit Pele Migo, that's my essay He ain't eva have a private jet, 
would work on runways? My wrist cook the magic, Quavo Hardaway 3,000 birds 
in the air, I call it Andre I was nothin', turned into somethin', these 
bitches want me I came from the bando, lot of bags, but no groceries Pull 
up in the foreign, lift the trunk where the motor be Bottles in that VIP, 
bring out the camera, Spike Lee

(Hook) Black bottles & the gold chains Want the half or the whole 
thing? Ya going hard or you're going home? Ya going gold or you riding 
chrome?

(Verse 3: Takeoff) Thirty two bricks of gold, Karl Malone Looking at my 
Breitling, it got VS1 stones Lately lot of ya niggas been rocking 
rhinestones Talking bout ya on the block, Macaulay Culkin, home 
alone Taking a trip 2 go pick up that pack & we pull up in 
Bentleys Walking around wit that sack, no 6, nigga walking wit a 
fifty It's Migo gang, QC the label, fuck niggas betta ova get wit it After 
my show, I'm on top of yo hoe, nigga autographing bitches titties Traveling 
around the globe, I was told not 2 sell my soul Fo' the price of fame & 
neva fold Had 2 jump behind the internet A nigga taking chains, 
Debo 24k on my tongue My Maison Margiela's, they rose gold Trapping 
& I've been trapping around, see the snow

(Hook) Black bottles & the gold chains Want the half or the whole 
thing? Ya going hard or you're going home? Ya going gold or you riding 
chrome?

(Verse 4: Offset) Drug dealar, got to keep the nine milla Ya scary just 
like Thriller, thinking about buying a building Finessing the plug fo' the 
work I toss him ova, no dribble Sipping rose, the day I had a court 
date Trynna fuck little mama I don't really like no foreplay Talkingg 
all that shit, I'll put that price up on yo toupe I hit 'em in the 
mouth He thought he had a damn toothache Both of ya niggas are 2 
fake They watching a nigga like BluRay Ya talking bout that blow but ya 
can't be from in the kitchen Whipping up Alicia Keys Ya say that ya got 
the big $ but really yo $ is sesame street I got this bitch named Valerie, 
she fold me brick from Sicily My neck is flooded & my double cup is 
mudded The streets made me a villain, out that bowl, I made 1.000.000

(Hook) Black bottles & the gold chains Want the half or the whole 
thing? Ya going hard or you're going home? Ya going gold or you riding 
chrome?

(Outro) Black bottles & the gold chains Wearing gold from the 
cocaine Boil kilo in the crock pot Another drug dealer on the car lot

Migos ft. Rick Ross - Black Bottles Lyrics

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The Weeknd ft. ScHoolboy Q & Rick Ross - Often (Remix) Lyrics

Often (Remix) Lyrics, Rick Ross, Schoolboy Q, The Weeknd 8:20 PM

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I usually love sleeping all alone This time around bring your friend 
with you But we ain't really going to sleep at all You ain't gonna catch 
me with them sneak pictures In my city I'm a young god That pussy kill be 
so vicious My god white, he in my pocket He get me redder than the devil 
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She asked me if I do this every day, I said "Often" Asked how many 
times she rode the wave, "Not so often" Bitches down to do it either way, 
often Baby I can make that pussy rain, often Often, often, girl I do this 
often Make that pussy pop and do it how I want it Often, often, girl I do 
this often Make that pussy pop and do it how I want it Often</center>
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Often, often, girl I do this often In that thing, switch lane to 
lane, look like I spent a fortune Awesome, 100 plus, can't get this from the 
auction Need a chick to ride my dick and back it up like parking Show that 
pussy, work that pussy Who that pussy, that's my pussy Wet that pussy, 
stroke that pussy Ooh! I twist the weed You on your phone texting your 
friend to come fuck I wonder if it's the druggies wit hoes or the millions of 
bucks But, ask me if I do this everyday you know I'm ballin', make 80k 
straight off the plane you know Trade my grill in for the Bentley or the 
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She asked me if I do this every day, I said "Often" Asked how many 
times she rode the wave, "Not so often" Bitches down to do it either way, 
often Baby I can make that pussy rain, often Often, often, girl I do this 
often Make that pussy pop and do it how I want it Often, often, girl I do 
this often Make that pussy pop and do it how I want it Often</center>
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Freakier than freaky, when she climax she make pee pee Step back like 
a player, turn my cheek she try to reach me What you in this for? Another 
sucker for a whore Never I, tailored by my new young Anna 
Wintour Centerfold attraction, sexual compassion Often memories are faded, 
these are everlastin' Long eyelashes, palmin' her every asset Often 
imitated because this life I live is lavish Bud like a flower, Miami's new 
Eiffel Tower Love in the dark to the beat of my heart She came from the 
ghetto and now her closet is Neiman Often the results of the women joinin' my 
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times she rode the wave, "Not so often" Bitches down to do it either way, 
often Baby I can make that pussy rain, often Often, often, girl I do this 
often Make that pussy pop and do it how I want it Often, often, girl I do 
this often Make that pussy pop and do it how I want it Often</center>
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The Weeknd ft. Schoolboy Q and Rick Ross – Often (Remix) Lyrics

Often (Remix) Lyrics, Rick Ross, Schoolboy Q, The Weeknd, The Weeknd ft. Schoolboy Q and Rick Ross – Often (Remix) Lyrics 9:17 AM

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[Verse 1: The Weeknd] I usually love sleeping all alone This time 
around bring your friend with you But we ain’t really going to sleep at 
all You ain’t gonna catch me with them sneak pictures In my city I’m a 
young god That pussy kill be so vicious My god white, he in my 
pocket He get me redder than the devil ’til I go nauseous

[Hook: The Weeknd] She asked me if I do this every day, I said 
“Often” Asked how many times she rode the wave, “Not so often” Bitches 
down to do it either way, often Baby I can make that pussy rain, 
often Often, often, girl I do this often Make that pussy pop and do it how 
I want it Often, often, girl I do this often Make that pussy pop and do it 
how I want it Often

[Verse 2: Schoolboy Q] Often, often, girl I do this often In that 
thing, switch lane to lane, look like I spent a fortune Awesome, 100 plus, 
can’t this from the auction Need a chick to ride my dick and back it up like 
parking Show that pussy, work that pussy Who that pussy, that’s my 
pussy Wet that pussy, stroke that pussy Ooh! I twist the weed You on 
your phone texting your friend to come fuck I wonder if it’s the druggies wit 
hoes or the millions of bucks But, ask me if I do this everyday you 
know I’m ballin’, make 80k straight off the plane you know Trade my grill 
in for the Bentley or the Range you know I’m in the studio just tryna get 
some brains you know

[Hook: The Weeknd]

[Verse 3: Rick Ross] Freakier than freaky, when she climax she make 
(?) Step back like a player, turn my cheek she try to reach me What you in 
this for? Another sucker for a whore Never I, tailored by my new young Anna 
Wintour Centerfold attraction, sexual compassion Often memories are faded, 
these are everlastin’ Long eyelashes, palmin’ her every asset Often 
imitated because this life I live is lavish Bud like a flower, Miami’s new 
Eiffel Tower Love in the dark to the beat of my heart She came from the 
ghetto and now her closet is Neiman Often the results of the women joinin’ my 
team and dreamin’

[Hook: The Weeknd] 
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2 Chainz ft. A$AP Rocky & Rick Ross - Crib In Closet Lyrics

2 Chainz, A$AP Rocky, Crib In Closet Lyrics, Rick Ross 5:25 AM

<CENTER>Crib In Closet Lyrics by 2 Chainz ft. A$AP Rocky & Rick Ross Money machine in that bank, I just made me a deposit Fucked that bitch raw on the sink Is it the pussy or is it the faucet? I just left the hotel, never let ho in mi casa All this designer shit it's like a crib in my closet I got a crib in my closet, got a crib in my closet Man, all this fuckin gear it's like a crib in my closet My Nike shoebox filled with rubber bands Man, my Nike shoebox is my ATM Fuck it, I said it, I'm winning, downsouth MC Ren I might buy some Timbs, or peanut butter MCM Raised down the street from a crack house Pull her hair weave 'til the track out Treat the rap game like a trap game Trying to make a yellow ho tap out I got Dolce, I ain't even worn yet, codeine ain't even po' yet I could spend millions of dollars, and still won't even be poor yet Yeah, I'm a motherfucking poet, riding now, motherfucker, own that A nigga wearing a Versace shirt, man that's a motherfucking throwback I got a crib in my closet, got a crib in my closet All designer shit, I got a crib in my closet I got a crib in my closet, got a crib in my closet Man, all designer shit, I got a crib All designer shit, all designer shit I got a crib All designer shit, all designer shit I got a crib All designer shit, all designer shit I got a crib in my closet All designer shit, all designer shit, I got a crib in my closet, bitch Since rappin' turn to fashion I don't know what happen All mishappens Matching turned to swagging, he exposed the world to trappin' Picture poles and tactics Ho, this that click click, fittin' to blow this backwards Money, hoes and fabrics Strolling past like ''fuck your photo caption'' If ye ain't got it then you bragging, that's automatic I see no need for me to Tweet, these bitches know my status I'm the shit, all designer shit, got all kinds of shit Got Prada wrapped from '99 and shit, bet you won't find the shit I’m on my Honor shit, that’s winter, it’s dressed like, it’s Met Ball I’m in Vogue, this winter, the runway, no insta Got a crib in my closet, Spanish chick in my casa So much space in my closet, fit your crib in my closet I got a crib in my closet, got a crib in my closet All designer shit, I got a crib in my closet I got a crib in my closet, got a crib in my closet Man, all designer shit, I got a crib All designer shit, all designer shit I got a crib All designer shit, all designer shit I got a crib All designer shit, all designer shit I got a crib in my closet All designer shit, all designer shit, I got a crib in my closet, bitch I got more sneakers than niggas, over 4000 pairs Most all white like the Rhode Island mayor Got a crib in my closet, hustle every day, nigga If you on the work with them people I'm unavailable, nigga You smell like pork in Mecca, Lord be my protecter Second row at the fight, bitch get on my level Larry Merchant my nigga, I got Holyfield money Finger your girl at Coachella, gotta roll in that for me You should see me in Lennox, I shop 'til I drop Spent so much on the watch, had a seizure and shock Wake up and ball, watch how I walk Money all on my mind, call 'em lucrative thoughts I got a crib in my closet, got a crib in my closet All designer shit, I got a crib in my closet I got a crib in my closet, got a crib in my closet Man, all designer shit, I got a crib All designer shit, all designer shit I got a crib All designer shit, all designer shit I got a crib All designer shit, all designer shit I got a crib in my closet All designer shit, all designer shit, I got a crib in my closet, bitch</CENTER>

2 Chainz ft. A$AP Rocky & Rick Ross - Crib In Closet Lyrics

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DJ Khaled ft. French Montana, Jay Z, Meek Mill & Rick Ross - They Don't Love You No More Lyrics

DJ Khaled ft. French Montana, Jay Z, Meek Mill, Rick Ross, They Don't Love You No More Lyrics 5:23 PM

<CENTER>They Don't Love You No More Lyrics by DJ Khaled ft. French Montana, Jay Z, Meek Mill & Rick Ross People look at you strange saying you changed Like you worked that hard to stay the same Like you doing all this for a reason And what happens most of the time people change People change around you because They starting treating you different because of your success Ever since a nigga hit the top Pussy niggas wanna see me in a box They don't love you no more They don't love you no more Shit ain't been the same since I came doing that hot shit They gon' talk about you 'til you ain't got shit Still gon' talk about you when you got shit All eyes on Meek, I'm on my Pac shit Y'all rap niggas on some pop shit I've been ducking paparazzi with a pop bitch Glock 30. in the cockpit Sipping dirty, come and sail with the pilot Nigga, you ain't seen it, I've been fucking up the winters I'm with double M, the genius, we the motherfucking meanest And the cleanest in a long time You pussy niggas hating on me picked the wrong time Long line for a limp mink draggin', new bandwagon Blood dripping on me looking like a nigga stabbed him I be on the money, baking soda in the cabinet Pyrex, trying to whip it, roll it, making magic Laughing at you fuck niggas getting madder If I feel threatened I'mma go and get a ladder And climb up your chest, nigga, motherfuck your vest, nigga Motherfuck your couch, I'm with Khaled, the best, nigga Ever since a nigga hit the top Pussy niggas wanna see me in a box They don't love you no more They don't love you no more They don't love you no more, yeah Troops gotta cock, coupe's gotta drop Shit starting to changed so you're starting to change They don't love you no more They don't love you no more Should be your favorite, now you're just hatin' Shit starting to change, you want me to change, nah They don't love you no more They don't love you no more They don't love you no more, nah Bullet in the head that wanna see my shirt red Live by the code, it's the only way to play it Benz or the Rolls, Mulsanne overrated Half these niggas told, cut a deal, they'd take it Promise to never fold in the bonds, still sacred Had to shake a couple niggas, everybody won't make it God is the greatest as I'm praying in the latest X600 as I swerve, little Haiti Ou pa kap bat m'wen, sak pase I'm busting out the sunroof, nigga, andale My money always coming, dawg, I'm never on pause I'll bring you straight to your door if you a motherfucking boss Ever since a nigga hit the top Pussy niggas wanna see me in a box They don't love you no more They don't love you no more They don't love you no more, yeah Troops gotta cock, coupe's gotta drop Shit starting to changed so you're starting to change They don't love you no more They don't love you no more Should be your favorite, now you're just hatin' Shit starting to change, you want me to change, nah They don't love you no more They don't love you no more They don't love you no more, nah Hold up, you ain't got love for me, my nigga? Ever meet another nigga like me, my nigga? Are you sure? A nigga flip this shit like y'all bored A nigga did this shit this hardcore If you say it guess it's through though, kudos, I mean, but who knows? Salute to all the real niggas out there finding the loopholes Fuck all these fuck niggas, hate when niggas come up Hopped out the plane, hit the helicopter Tell these crabs in the barrel we eating hella lobster Got hella options like a college team Hit these bootleg niggas with the heisman Fuck the NC double A, nigga Let a young nigga get paid, nigga Niggas talking down on the crown Watch them niggas you 'round, got you wrong Haters wanna ball, let me tighten up my draw string Wrong sports boy, you know you're as soft as a Lacrosse team RAAAAHHH!! Ever since a nigga hit the top Pussy niggas wanna see me in a box They don't love you no more They don't love you no more They don't love you no more, yeah Troops gotta cock, coupe's gotta drop Shit starting to changed so you're starting to change They don't love you no more They don't love you no more Should be your favorite, now you're just hatin' Shit starting to change, you want me to change, nah They don't love you no more They don't love you no more They don't love you no more, nah</CENTER>

DJ Khaled ft. French Montana, Jay Z, Meek Mill & Rick Ross - They Don't Love You No More Lyrics

They Don't Love You No More Lyrics by DJ Khaled ft. French Montana, Jay Z, Meek Mill & Rick Ross People look at you strange saying ...

Meek Mill ft. Rick Ross - Off The Corner Lyrics

Meek Mill, Meek Mill ft. Rick Ross - Off The Corner Lyrics, Off The Corner Lyrics, Rick Ross 3:20 AM

<CENTER>Off The Corner Lyrics by Meek Mill ft. Rick Ross (Intro) No, no, no, no, no, no These hoes, they like niggas that spend money, not talk about it If you ain't gonna get the money then watcha gonna do? Ey! (Hook) I graduated from the streets, no diploma I made a million on that corner I mixed pedico with baking soda I made a million on that corner Going Donald Trump numbers on the corner I made a million on that corner Graduated from the streets, no diploma I made a million on that corner I made a million on that, I made a million on that I made a million on that corner (Verse) Young rich nigga, I flex, look at my neck Look at my bitch, look at my wrist, got these niggas upset Who you know blow a mill? Don't even think twice, no sweat And these hoes around me? You don't fuck, you don't give them no check Cause y'all niggas lame as fuck, none of these chumps can't hang with us All these chains getting tangled up And my clique armed and dangerous, and we'll flame you up You get smoked mothafucker like angel dust Start the Rolls Royce with the angel up All these niggas on angels bruh, but I got stripes like a bengal does And my wrist look like the flash on Come that ho and bring that ass on So I can beat it up like you stole something Might pop a purple, go mad long like skrrt Been through your hood in a wraith, niggas is jealous, just look at your face 3-57 get put in your place, follow my lead all you niggas is late Like hold up, hold up, I done made a million on that corner I bought some coke but couldn't deal with Arizona Them yellow diamonds looking clearer than Corona And if they act like they ain't with it (Hook) I graduated from the streets, no diploma I made a million on that corner I mixed pedico with baking soda I made a million on that corner Going Donald Trump numbers on the corner I made a million on that corner Graduated from the streets, no diploma I made a million on that corner I made a million on that, I made a million on that I made a million on that corner (Verse) I'm on the corner gettin' cake I'm talkin' like it's 88 Givenchy all I really play Kingpin status when I swerve up on the block A nigga like you, you wouldn't even get the cock Get my money dolo, I just need some help to count it I'm the richest nigga outta Dayton Broward County Feds know my game, they keep it raw, we all at odds Repossess my Lambo cause they wanna build a charge When they got my Chevy, got it runnin' like it's 'sposed to Hit up on my niggas, let 'em know my shop reopened We rockin' everything, till I'm right back on the top Nasdaq hustle bitch, come get your ass in stocks (Hook) I graduated from the streets, no diploma I made a million on that corner I mixed pedico with baking soda I made a million on that corner Going Donald Trump numbers on the corner I made a million on that corner Graduated from the streets, no diploma I made a million on that corner I made a million on that, I made a million on that I made a million on that corner (Outro) Ugh, Double M, bang!  </CENTER>

Meek Mill ft. Rick Ross - Off The Corner Lyrics

Off The Corner Lyrics by Meek Mill ft. Rick Ross (Intro) No, no, no, no, no, no These hoes, they like niggas that spend money, not talk abo...

Benzino ft. Rick Ross - Walk Away Lyrics

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<CENTER>Walk Away Lyrics by Benzino ft. Rick Ross Shark off,walk away like the seal Shark off,walk away like the seal Shark off,walk away like the seal Shark off,walk away like the seal Shark off,walk away like the seal Shorty stole my blood but I can handle with Spit to each other,keep those candles lit Wake me momma,it’s like a fantasy Sittin’ with the devil… My people deep in the prison Your bitches 1 in a million They layin’ low in this place Told them to show no mercy Shark off,walk away like the seal Shark off,walk away like the seal Shark off,walk away like the seal Shark off,walk away like the seal Shark off,walk away like the seal I thought I told you once before that I’m an animal Make sure I see you niggaz so they understand it too These motherfuckers just better get out of my way Ain’t interested in your stories Grabbing bands out the dressing Shark off,walk away like the seal Shark off,walk away like the seal Shark off,walk away like the seal Shark off,walk away like the seal Shark off,walk away like the seal They say that money is root of our evil Got me breaking the breath with this preacher Lord,don’t ever let nobody defeat you Just hit him first and that nigga won’t see you My people deep in the prison Money stacked to the ceiling Your bitches 1 to a million She’s like that lobster steak Told them to show no mercy Shark off,walk away like the seal Shark off,walk away like the seal Shark off,walk away like the seal Shark off,walk away like the seal Shark off,walk away like the seal  </CENTER>

Benzino ft. Rick Ross - Walk Away Lyrics

Walk Away Lyrics by Benzino ft. Rick Ross Shark off,walk away like the seal Shark off,walk away like the seal Shark off,walk away like the ...

Rick Ross ft. Miguel & Kendrick Lamar - How Many Drinks (Remix) Lyrics

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<CENTER>How Many Drinks (Remix) Lyrics by Rick Ross ft. Miguel & Kendrick Lamar [Intro:] Uh, you know what it is I’mma make sure that where you go, you see me, baby You hear my voice, huh! I never had a problem with your old nigga It’s just how we mark, we don’t know a nigga She put me in her past, and she moved on But I keep her sexy ass in my new songs. We all make mistakes, we don’t fight Better wipe a nigga tears in the late night She wanted to come before me, told her, wait a minute Now we’re on a war, the elevate is in it. Dancing to another artist, I’m the one who pen it Go switch the most, see no competition. Working in the club, I guess I gotta tip out. Lone money, I’mma show you just what Rick about. ...on the coop, baby, haters on the suit Me and you against the world, what you wanna do? What you wanna do? Frustration (watching you dance) Hesitation (to get in them pants) Come closer baby (so I can touch) One question: am I moving too fast? Cause I ain't leaving alone I feel like I could be honest, babe We both know that we're grown That's why I wanna know Hooks: How many drinks would it take you to leave with me? Yeah, you look good and I got money, But I don't wanna waste my time Back of my mind, I'm hoping you say two or three You look good, We came to party, but I don't wanna waste my time! Temptation (is calling your name) Sweet persuasion (baby, oh, this is a game) Come closer baby (if you like what you hear) Impassioned (is what I'm making you feel) Cause I ain't leaving alone I feel like I could be honest, babe We both know that we're grown That's why I wanna know Hooks: How many drinks would it take you to leave with me? Yeah, you look good and I got money, But I don't wanna waste my time Back of my mind, I'm hoping you say two or three You look good, We came to party, but I don't wanna waste my time! Aha, what do we have? Your empty heart and my empty bottle in yellow cab. That you are likely to catch cause your latest ex made you mad, So I figured the perfect catch would be you if I made the pass Pool full of liquor then we dive in it Knowing if I lick her I might die in it Then reincarnate as a fly gymnast Just to flip my tongue on you, it’s the Olympics! (State your name, Live in the moment It’s your time to own it, I see it in you, baby) She tell me that she never get a first let away! And life is a bitch, but every dog has its day Holler, pull up, pull up, bring it back, come rewind, hmm! Pull up them big trucks that pack up behind, hmm! Pool full of liquor then we die in it Pull 'em to the side, let me slide up in it! I waste your time, I waste your time I waste our time, baby, it's alright Baby it's alright, baby, it's alright, yeah Oh it's alright now, alright, oh, yeah! I don't wanna waste my time, no I don't wanna waste no time, oh no I don't wanna waste your time, babe I don't wanna waste our time, Oh my time, oh, oh, no! Oh no! Hooks: How many drinks would it take you to leave with me? Yeah, you look good and I got money, But I don't wanna waste my time Back of my mind, I'm hoping you say two or three You look good, We came to party, but I don't wanna waste my time! No, no, no, I ain't judging if you do decide that you might be fucking tonight What? More power to you if you do decide that you might be fucking tonight I ain't judging if you do decide that you might be fucking tonight What? More power to you if you do decide that you might be fucking tonight.  </CENTER>

Rick Ross ft. Miguel & Kendrick Lamar - How Many Drinks (Remix) Lyrics

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Fat Joe ft. Rick Ross, French Montana & Tiara Thomas - Another Day Lyrics

Another Day Lyrics, Fat Joe, Fat Joe ft. Rick Ross, French Montana, French Montana & Tiara Thomas - Another Day Lyrics, Rick Ross, Tiara Thomas 3:42 PM

<CENTER> </CENTER> <CENTER>Another Day Lyrics by Fat Joe ft. Rick Ross, French Montana & Tiara Thomas Sometimes you have to take it a day at a time You know when you hear that Haaaaa Just another day livin in the hood Just another day around the way Live it good today I hear the (gun shot), but I'm here to stay Just another day livin in the hood Just another day in the hood Didn't have to use the K today Made it through another day In my hood everyday niggas get locked down Best friends hit own your girl and get them knocked down Teachers tell them niggas will never be shit So much coke in the water to make the sea sick All I hear is sirens and sounds of guns blasting A little girl went missing but ain't nobody asking My nigga Lil Troy hit the bank said he need cash Seen him on the news I guess he forgot the ski mask Strippers and celebrities, (?Its the grand select?) Niggas rantin bout gay, cause ignorance is bliss Shorty changing food stamps just to (?get hot?) Listening to Stevie, (?drivin in the sky) Homie reminiscing him keeping him in my prayers Cause Joe crack cares, even if no one else cares See me on the screen but I'm still the same G They thought i'd never see outside of 5V Just another day livin in the hood Just another day around the way Live it good today I hear the (gun shot), but I'm here to stay Just another day livin in the hood Just another day in the hood Didn't have to use the K today Made it through another day Welcome home my nigga Joe Crack Bust a bottle of that black shit lets go New seven series charcoal gray Beamer Joe Crack, Dope Boy, nigga Don Cartegena All the sixes we collect, bitches we could sex Phone still tapped so its best to send a text Go and do a bid back home just like a king Bucket full of crab, money bags that we seen From Rikers to (?), digits to digits piling New Wraith with soft plates, long as the bitches smiling Ciroc boy, AP on the rocks New (?), four mill on a yacht I came from the mud, Def Jam the new plug Five gold joints and still gets no love I walk the same block, rode the same trains We fucked the same bitches, whipped the same cane (Boss!) Just another day livin in the hood Just another day around the way Live it good today I hear the (gun shot), but I'm here to stay Just another day livin in the hood Just another day in the hood Didn't have to use the K today Made it through another day  </CENTER>

Fat Joe ft. Rick Ross, French Montana & Tiara Thomas - Another Day Lyrics

Another Day Lyrics by Fat Joe ft. Rick Ross, French Montana & Tiara Thomas Sometimes you have to take it a day at a time You know whe...

Rick Ross ft. 2 Chainz & K Camp - Cut Her Off (Remix) Lyrics

2 Chainz, Cut Her Off (Remix) Lyrics, K Camp, Rick Ross, Rick Ross ft. 2 Chainz & K Camp - Cut Her Off (Remix) Lyrics 5:25 AM

<CENTER> </CENTER> <CENTER>Cut Her Off (Remix) Lyrics by Rick Ross ft. 2 Chainz & K Camp Them boys wearing fake belts They drink fake lean Niggas smoking synthetic, huh Bitches dropping like, swish, Ricky Pitino 50 racks on the corner, think it's casino Hoes thinking I'm boojie, when I'm smoking on gucci All my shoes be Gucci, I got a mill for Lil Boosie Double M on the rise, duct tape on my pistol So you won't be surprised, it's time to make this official Got a bitch on the East, got a bitch on the West When I'm eating the box, I let her sit on my chest You know I love her a lot, she let me fuck on my yacht Rolling dices with my niggas, a half a ticket, the pot I blew a brick out in Reno, Uncle Paulie casino Niggas shot up my car, walk away like Benzino Percocets for myself, I feel a hundred degrees Niggas getting that money, bust it down with your team From the Chevy to Bentley, from the Bentley to Rolls It may seem like we do, we never loving them hoes It gotta add up tonight, we call is simple mathematics Transfers and wires, that happen under the mattress Niggas shoot for the stars, pray a larger amount Niggas thought I was slipping, I got a grip on the South 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'ma 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 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, 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 be playing around with that mouth while he hit it from the back You can't say nothing now cause we all been through wit that, through wit that 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'ma 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 (Yeaa, 2 Chainz!) You know that ain't a real bad bitch, that's a knock off When I get that work I get to juggin' like hot sauce All swimmin pool lakefront, hit it from the back, rearrange her lace front Stuntin', Tattoos on my neck and on my kidneys, if I don't like that ho I turn her ass into a frisbee If I dont like your diss, I turn that ho into a frisbee I throw it out right by its windy, three cellphones and all of 'em jumpin' I can see your hoes and all em' nothing Yea I'm a don don', Don Cheto, Don Cornelius, watch the dawn spill Pockets fat as Don Carter Jeter nigga done deal! 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'ma 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 Baby I'm ashamed, why you acting this a way? Heard she 'bout that action, you can bring her this way Hit her on yo mattress, make you feel some type of way Pass her to my migos, they gonna bust it, Andale! Please don't play no games cause I know thats what you like Knock it out the frame, baby girl, it's alright Yeah that pussy bomb, I just call it dynamite You ready? Here I come, I can do this shit all night 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'ma 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  </CENTER>

Rick Ross ft. 2 Chainz & K Camp - Cut Her Off (Remix) Lyrics

Cut Her Off (Remix) Lyrics by Rick Ross ft. 2 Chainz & K Camp Them boys wearing fake belts They drink fake lean Niggas smoking synthe...

Wale ft. Rick Ross & Common - Sunshine (Remix) Lyrics

Common, Rick Ross, Sunshine (Remix) Lyrics, Wale, Wale ft. Rick Ross & Common - Sunshine (Remix) Lyrics 10:31 AM

<CENTER> </CENTER> <CENTER>Sunshine (Remix) Lyrics by Wale ft. Rick Ross & Common [Intro: Wale] May the optimism of tomorrow be your foundation for today [Hook] The spotlight on my fans Sunshine, I can’t tell a lie Want me to say what they just wanna hear now Want me to say what they just wanna hear now [Interlude: Wale (Rick Ross)] I can't lie I feel quite phenomenal today baby, yeah That new black soul shit, this that new black soul That new black soul Bounce, bounce It's so soulful at the moment (I'm just happy to be apart of it) [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Born to be poor, chose to be rich Black Panther party, nigga hold up your fist Food on my plate, gold on my neck Nigga lace up your sneakers and go and get some respect Cover my body with ink, I never cherished the flesh And buy a funeral home because niggas bury the best Which is sad to say, but did you graduate? Debatin' Ivy League over the UCLAs I struggled at math therefore perfected my craft In the back of my mind I said "Establish your staff" Right or wrong niggas make mistakes You shed your tears and then you wiped your face You hold your head to the sky, you put your face in the light Makaveli the Don, I pray I make it tonight They never said that the odds were fair Now we standin' in line for that Obamacare Pray for a better today, bring my brother home Nigga murdered a child, what the fuck you was on? I just wanna let my top down But I'm still runnin' from the dark cloud It got me prayin' for some sunshine You got me prayin' for that sunshine And I'm prayin' for a better day I'm just prayin' for a better day [Hook] [Verse 2: Common] I'm drinkin' Cabernet, think of better days Rock 'til my beard is gray like Frank Bev and Maze In this maze they called us the black rats Because we trap from the projects, we stack that Hopin' I reach twenty one, nigga black jack Blackstrap molasses in the backpack Dreamin' of the pussy that I slept on, cat nap Moon walk like Mike Jack, but never backtrack I hold the MAC that Them panthers and the black cats used to hold The Kendrick Lamar Odom cause I lose control When it comes to dope raps, yeah nigga you can quote that Used to hold back like a masseuse The fruits of my labor is to produce On Netflix watchin' Juice I wanna 2pac the people That mean keep 'em regal, at the same time lethal [Hook] [Verse 3: Wale] I don't like to boast but they ain't touchin' the flow (nope) Fuck a therapist, I put everything in this cone My only fear is marriage she scared of bein alone She settle for this bread so therein should be a trophy I'mma prolly marry somebody already familiar VH1 10 and I'm not thinkin about these bitches Can do without opinions Another brother caught up in the business Had that lock since I lost my scholarship I been gettin' it to my old coach and ballin' Rose gold was forty, dopest nigga recordin' Make hoes sprint the 40 See me I thought money would change it it got worse But its alot better than screamin "who got work?" (who got work?) From opening up for Back to packing out 9:30 I never sold crack when crack rappin was workin With that fact its back packin and murkin Gettin' that Bobby Heenan while you Mr. Perfect [Outro] We ain't posed to never ha- We ain't posed to never have  </CENTER>

Wale ft. Rick Ross & Common - Sunshine (Remix) Lyrics

Sunshine (Remix) Lyrics by Wale ft. Rick Ross & Common [Intro: Wale] May the optimism of tomorrow be your foundation for today [Hook]...

Puff Daddy ft. Rick Ross & French Montana - Big Homie Lyrics

Big Homie Lyrics, French Montana, Puff Daddy, Puff Daddy ft. Rick Ross & French Montana - Big Homie Lyrics, Rick Ross 7:23 AM

<CENTER> </CENTER> <CENTER>Big Homie Lyrics by Puff Daddy ft. Rick Ross & French Montana (Hook) You could go to any hood, bet they know me Rose gold pinky ring; master Rollie Boy, you'se a little nigga; Gary Coleman I be calling all the shots, I'm big homie Big homie, big homie, big homie, big homie Boy, you'se a little nigga; Gary Coleman I be calling all the shots, I'm big homie (Verse) I'm winning for the new bitch, she was stunting That pussy got a paper tag and it's a hundred My bellman call me Sir Combs, I'm Richard Drummond My Rolls Royce sprayed cologne, the fragrance money It's Bad Boys Records, bitch, you know I run it Ciroc Amaretto coming, them bitches love it I show up with my jewelry on and never doubt it You show up with your jewelry on and leave without it (Hook) You could go to any hood, bet they know me Rose gold pinky ring; master Rollie Boy, you'se a little nigga; Gary Coleman I be calling all the shots, I'm big homie Big homie, big homie, big homie, big homie Boy, you'se a little nigga; Gary Coleman I be calling all the shots, I'm big homie (Verse) Diddy go to any hood, big Rollie Top down on any block, niggas know me The only one that's topping Forbes, I'm getting lonely See us out here racing yachts like ''fuck the police'' Bugatti swerving lane to lane, we getting money Once promoter say my name, fly bitches coming These ratchet bitches love a nigga so cough your chick in More 80's than the 80's, nigga, I'm money mention I'm money mention (Hook) You could go to any hood, bet they know me Rose gold pinky ring; master Rollie Boy, you'se a little nigga; Gary Coleman I be calling all the shots, I'm big homie Big homie, big homie, big homie, big homie Boy, you'se a little nigga; Gary Coleman I be calling all the shots, I'm big homie (Verse) My bitches get the Christians, nigga, [?] My bitches get the [?], nigga, they hold the weapons My bitches get the Range Rovers, that's for affection My bitches get the realest nigga, she's my reflection I make my bitches traffic dope, that's my profession She swallow dope and looking pregnant, time for c-section Thank God your pockets where I'm from, here block, they bless us 50 mill a meter drum, go get them stretchers Get them stretchers (Hook) You could go to any hood, bet they know me Rose gold pinky ring; master Rollie Boy, you'se a little nigga; Gary Coleman I be calling all the shots, I'm big homie Big homie, big homie, big homie, big homie Boy, you'se a little nigga; Gary Coleman I be calling all the shots, I'm big homie  </CENTER>

Puff Daddy ft. Rick Ross & French Montana - Big Homie Lyrics

Big Homie Lyrics by Puff Daddy ft. Rick Ross & French Montana (Hook) You could go to any hood, bet they know me Rose gold pinky ring;...

August Alsina ft. Rick Ross - Benediction Lyrics

August Alsina, August Alsina ft. Rick Ross - Benediction Lyrics, Benediction Lyrics, Rick Ross 5:23 PM

<CENTER> </CENTER> <CENTER>Benediction Lyrics by August Alsina ft. Rick Ross </CENTER> <CENTER> </CENTER> <CENTER>(Hook) Started off in the streets We would take collection from the fiends People dying all aroud me, so I gave you my testimony We were down from that gimmick When the world was listening I'm glad I got your attention, let her sing with the benediction</CENTER> <CENTER>(Verse) I pro'ly should rot in heaven, I'm glad you freed me from my daemons And keeped me lovin', I know you kept me outta prison Where I was headin', when I heard somebody killed my brother 187, I hope you made it to your present(?) Put me here was a blessing, know he's resting And he's not here stressin', tryna get to the good life Now that it's hood life, I put in my (???) I offer that crack pipe, so momma could sleep night Know it was hard for her, (It was so hard) I was wippin' thru the streets It was hard for her (It was so hard) Now I'm up on hotels, on the ocean shore When I was sleeping on the floor at the corner store But I made it, and that made me, I know I did wrong I pray to God He would save me! Cause I made it, it didn't kill me, so it made me stronger Pray to God that you feel me, (that you feel me!)</CENTER> <CENTER>(Hook) Started off in the streets We would take collection from the fiends People dying all aroud me, so I gave you my testimony We were down from that gimmick When the world was listening I'm glad I got your attention, let her sing with the benediction</CENTER> <CENTER>(Verse) Bottle after bottle, snatching belly out the bucket Righting all my wrongs, these homies out here thuggin' Pray for benediction, pretty women on my premise Condo up in Gaboes, screaming Gabos to my nemes</CENTER>

August Alsina ft. Rick Ross - Benediction Lyrics

Benediction Lyrics by August Alsina ft. Rick Ross (Hook) Started off in the streets We would take collection from the fiends People dyi...

Rick Ross - I Wonder Why Lyrics

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I Wonder Why Lyrics by Rick Ross [Intro] The day you decide to get you some money Nigga fuck your friends Ain’t no friends we ain’t even on that All these niggas taking Instagrams, selfies Point me to the money Point me to the money Business, big business Maybach business If you ain’t with it I don’t fuck with you [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 a L and I still write him every month He told me sell his guns and I 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, living like a fucking rap star Watching from my porch you thought it was a fucking film One day he buy the car, next day the fucking rims Curly-headed bitches, tall and they slim They know I’m [?] but see I know it’s him Never testify, I seen it in his eye Attempted murder on his life in that 360, ah With my two eyes Two different pistols One with registered and one to get your issue I wonder why, sometimes I wonder why All this fame and fortune leave you traumatized [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 a L and I still write him every month He told me sell his guns and I 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 [Bridge] Now I’m being followed by some creepy-ass cracker Now I’m being followed by some creepy-ass cracker Stand your ground, stand your ground Stand your ground, you gotta stand your ground [Verse 2] Got on my hoodie and my motherfucking Desert Eagle You wanna do me, then you go and tell the people Knock me down, temp drops as the sun rise I could see a hustler in my son’s eyes I never knew that money bring so many enemies Dreams come true, they dream of killing me But it’s fuck ‘em and I feed ‘em fish Them killers coming, ‘X’ you off the list [Bridge] Now I’m being followed by some creepy-ass cracker Now I’m being followed by some creepy-ass cracker Stand your ground, stand your ground Stand your ground, you gotta stand your ground [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 a L and I still write him every month He told me sell his guns and I 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 [Outro: Rachel Jeantel] (Okay, they’re having trouble hearing you, so take your time) Creepy-ass cracka And then he said [bleep] (And he’s still following you?) Yes… Rick Ross - I Wonder Why Lyrics

Rick Ross - I Wonder Why Lyrics

I Wonder Why Lyrics by Rick Ross [Intro] The day you decide to get you some money Nigga fuck your friends Ain’t no friends we ain’t even on...

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