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Wuzzup lyrics song presented by Rick Ross : Tatted tears for my whoadies doin' bids in they 40s The height a nigga go to for a penthouse with garages Keep my hand on the hammer, feds on the scanner Bun B in my blood, Pimp C as I chatter Ridin' dirty but my watches, I just took my bitches shoppin' Just landed in Detroit, I got a bitches office poppin' All that talkin', it ain't nothin' Rozay comfy in the pocket Tatted, bridge water runnin' traffic like a faucet Heroin on hollow tips, may I sit you with the highest? No fly zone, mufucker I'm the flyest Go and pay your rent, my new dicky covered in lint Canary pinky ring I've got PETA all on my dick I just pulled up to the office, time to link up with my partners Bring a quarter to the table, we can go and get a dollar Put my bitches all on hold, crackers hit me up the road They gon' break off any way or time to do it for your woes, wazzup? They say them killas looki...

We Gon' Make It lyrics song presented by Rick Ross : Breaking news from Baltimore, A city on edge since the death of a suspect while in police custody, his spine nearly severed. Tonight those tensions fueling violent protests now. Dramatic images coming in at this hour. You can see some people there on the streets throwing rocks and bricks at police officers Lil homies livin' like it's no tomorrow Caught a charge smokin' large in a stolen car He called his mom, guess he figured she would post his bond Times have changed and she really runnin' low on funds Hung up the phone, in the cell still in his Foams Reekin' of the weed, that's all his money blown Now it's time to tell yourself, nigga, "We gon' make it" And 15 hundred cash, nigga, we gon' make it A free felon on their ass, nigga, we gon' make it Homie steppin' on the gas, nigga, we gon' make it I told myself so many times, nigga, we gon' ...

Wazzup lyrics song presented by Rick Ross : Tatted tears for my whoadies doin' bids in they 40s The height a nigga go to for a penthouse with garages Keep my hand on the hammer, feds on the scanner Bun B in my blood, Pimp C as I chatter Ridin' dirty but my watches, I just took my bitches shoppin' Just landed in Detroit, I got a bitches office poppin' All that talkin', it ain't nothin' Rozay comfy in the pocket Tatted, bridge water runnin' traffic like a faucet Heroin on hollow tips, may I sit you with the highest? No fly zone, mufucker I'm the flyest Go and pay your rent, my new dicky covered in lint Canary pinky ring I've got PETA all on my dick I just pulled up to the office, time to link up with my partners Bring a quarter to the table, we can go and get a dollar Put my bitches all on hold, crackers hit me up the road They gon' break off any way or time to do it for your woes, wazzup? They say them killas looki...

Two Three lyrics song presented by Rick Ross : I'm just shooting money balls into the basket Let's do this homie, switch I'll ball like I'm two three Bitch I hustle like I'm two three I'm on the block like two three Bitch I'm back, y'all niggas remember me I'll ball like I'm two three Nigga hustle like two three I'm on the block like two three Now I'm back bitch, y'all remember me Michael Jordan of the street shit Hustle hard, taught you niggas how to eat, bitch Twenty-three on my muthafuckin' pinky finger Twenty-three million on the mansion, what you thinkin'? Pussy nigga, you gon' stop me? Fake nigga ain't make me Twenty-three years old when I got rich Twenty-three thousand, spend it on an outfit Versace know me by my muthafuckin' first name Twenty-three grand, eight thousand on my fuckin' chain Twenty-three on muthafuckin' Forbes, nigga Twenty-three exotic cars in the garage,...

Trap Luv lyrics song presented by Rick Ross : I'm in a jungle Lions, tigers and gorillas and shit nigga It's a lot of monkey ass niggas out here too How to hustle nigga Rules, laws, strategy 10 million dollars later I'm a blessing nigga How a nigga rich but still stressing nigga Glock .40, Smith & Wesson nigga Streets will never ever stop testing niggas Youngin' give 'em a head shot, send a message nigga Part rapper, part goon, still finessing nigga I believe in hustle I don't fuck with luck And it's fuck em kill em all if they don't fuck with us Them three letters mean a lot boy, sacrifices Cocaine Mafia, double check the prices Niggas killing niggas like they got a license Niggas crossing over like they Allen Iverson Fuck that iPhone 6, they be tracking niggas I'm about to get a beeper, fade to black on niggas Gotti, goodnight, I'm gone I be back when they quit living through phones When niggas put the gram down...

That Oprah lyrics song presented by Rick Ross : (Viva La Vida plays...) [Swizz Beatz] Swizzy! You know... I'm just feeling real good I woke up this morning and said I wanna be like erm... You know! [Chorus] Michael Jordan, Tiger Woods, I'm Try'na Get That Oprah (x4) (Repeats "Oprah" x13) Verse 1 [Swizzy] Lamborghini's, no Gallardo's Riding round, full throttle Murcielago's, Look at my lights God damn they look like goggles She, she look like a model I travel far, Mami I'm in Dubai, Abu-Dhabi with Bugatti's Mama! [Chorus] Verse 2 [Swizzy] Red Enzo, A Million bucks Look at my seats boy, They sewn like a tux Louis this and Gucci that That's, That's on my back My Paper this, My paper that Why you think that they looking like that? (Viva La Vida plays) [Swizzy] You know when they, when they know you got the paper They be looking real funny (Where they at x3) They wanna pull out a black card I'ma pull out a go...

Take It To The Head lyrics song presented by Rick Ross : Another one DJ Khaled Working all winter Shining all summer I ain't no beginner You scared to Take it to the head Don't think about it (be about it) Don't be scared to take it to the head Girl, you fly but if I tell you then you might to take it to the head I'm in my zone, damn near got my eyes closed One shot, two shots, I'm gone Take it to the head I'm in my zone Damn near got my eyes closed One shot, two shots I'm gone Now we gon' get fucked up No excuses no apologies Reputation for g's, thats the roll of a boss So amazing to see, black baguettes in my watch She say love is for free, just expensive to shop But its nothing to me, that extends from my block I got a lot of figures, I'm a father figure She know a lot of niggas, don't know a hotter nigga Come to the winners circle, a lot of men will hurt you But I'm here to nurture, I wanna take you furthe...

Scuffed Timbs lyrics song presented by Rick Ross : I just cuff my Timberlands, fuck you middle it On the connect, you niggas wearin' the rest Never no pressure, tag on the dresser Money and pocket, halla to rock it You know where I'm at, you know where I'll be You know what I'm about, You wanna see? Ball the team, ball machine Back, back, back, scar and see Livin' a legend, in the kitchen cheffin' I'm a player, you just reffin' Still public housin', fuck the album You cuffin' bitches, I'm puffin' sour Mil' on the wax, mil' on the car Ten mil' on the crib honey grand on the bro You fuckin' with a boss When the beast by ten Lil' trick, you a star, trick you a star Baby girl you a star, you deserve to get it all When the people hit the dough This got to take the chance and he make it so mild She get on 22, put on lady this charge, no love for the souls Even though it's sees I'm a boss ...

Play Your Part lyrics song presented by Rick Ross : [Chorus] You think you using me Like this games new to me But you ain't confusing me You just want jewelry and all them fuckin' shopping sprees But that ain't stopping me And I ain't stopping you See we'll be cool as long as you just play your part Just play your part Just play your part We'll be cool as long as you just play your part 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 Twenty racks really that's sneaker money Triple white Ferrari yeah that's the Easter bunny At the Caesar 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 spoiled her maybe ...

Mmg Untouchable lyrics song presented by Rick Ross : When you get a lil' paper, get ready for haters They standing in line, they all suffer from vapors I got me a ghost, I took off the tint Bitch look at my face, I'm a grown ass man I'm buying real estate and I'm building my plans Can't name a realer place, going gram for gram And all the killers hate, know who the fuck I am Look in a nigga face, watch me count my grams My dog my trigger mate, and we bout them games I'm talking trigger play never safe for lames Just beat another charge, made 'em drop that case My lawyers going hard, a nigga versus the state Just bought another car, had to drop that top For 200 dollars, she'll suck that cock 'Cause when you seen with me I'mma up that stock I got that green with me, Gucci got those blocks A nigga cheese dripping, I like my nachos hot As far as green niggas, yeah you might get got Breaking down my key, trying to see me t...

Lights Get Low lyrics song presented by Rick Ross : Hit it Young Philly from the block y'all rock stars This is criminal opera I got y'all 60 niggas willin' to pop y'all or rock y'all Freezer cruise the city in a hot car sports car Cleveland today Atlanta tomorrow Free will never be soft cause the hood is in me They say it will be here today gone tomorrow But I'm still standin' strong cause the hood is with me (hit me) Yes! before this rap thing cracked off I was somewhere gettin' a pack off that's all Now I'm gettin' my raps off that's all Shuttin' down coliseums like NASA asshole (Freezy where you been) I took four years off I went to Mecca paid respect and Earned some checks for the road Be the man that cut the check so please respect Young Hov Before I hit y'all with the tech And turn ya lights down low Woah! Lights get low (Low) Let the music take total The music take total control Trol trol trol ...

song presented by Rick Ross : Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James This other type of money even make me nervous I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving Stephen Curry, Under Armour on my gang They hit me close range, bitch ain’t hit a thing Cut the dog food up with the man that talk The junkies they hit ’em like a canon ball Don’t nobody do it like Miami does Bought 20 kilos, coulda bought Miami subs Let her snort a line so she can get a buzz She says she want a dime, I told her get a dub My city one big hospice, I could pull the plug Them bitches know it’s us before we pulling up Keep it gangster, 20 bottles of Bel-Air And got all of the dope boy’s hands in the air Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James This other type of money even make me nervous I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving Work, work, work, work, work I wanna build a mansion in Por...

Know What I'm Doin' lyrics song presented by Rick Ross : [Chorus: x2] Yeah, (I got the shoes wit' the matchin' fit check) Yeah, (I got them jewels lookin' phat around my neck) Yeah, (Take a picture) click, click (Take a picture) click, click (Check me out!) Yeah, I know what I'm doin' [Rick Ross] Started wit' a nick then I seen a hundred bricks Started on a corner, now a nigga 106 Heroin ain't quiet, nah, you can't quiet mine I got the whole dirty south in line buyin' mine You know I gotta shine; you just 'bezzle yours I fifty-carat mine; I'm fuckin' several whores When you hear the (brrrr), you know I got the sack 'Cause when I hit the (brrrr), he always got the packs M-I-Yayo, I'm gettin' cake, ho If you don't love Cash Money, you can stay broke Fifty on the chain, twenty for the piece A grand for the bitch, the whip is not a lease You know I'm stuntin' hard Phantom in the fro...

Keep Doin' That (Rich Bitch) lyrics song presented by Rick Ross : This is for my rich bitches (rich bitches) Her puppy named Panamera Her puppy named Panamera She got a condo in the area Rich bitch, uh, yeah She stay at her friend's and all these bitches is bad Watch them lick on each other, I'm talkin' pussy to ass Dope boy still at large, trackin' device on her car Tattoos on her arm, Double M diamond charms Chanel bag on her hip, Hermès bracelets and things Let her fuck Meek Mill, told her keep chasin' her dreams Get the Lexus to flip, purple Texas to sip She make it rain like a nigga, we got more money to get (more money to get) Rich bitch, call her rich bitch 'Cause she fuck with dope boys and can suck a good dick Yeah, I'm a spend up all this money (all this money) Fast (fast) Fast (fast) Fast (fast) Girl, you doin' somethin' to me (doin' somethin' to me) Fast (fast) Fast (fast) Hell yeah, keep doin'...

I'm So Hood lyrics song presented by Rick Ross : DJ Khaled we the best Who we nigga We the best The winner I represent the ghetto across the world And you represent the horde two hands in the sky [Chorus] I'm so hood (listen) I wear my pants below my waist And I never dance when I'm in this place Cause you and your man is planning to hate (I'm so hood) And I got these golds up in my mouth If you get closed into my house Then you know what I'm taking bout I'm out the hood And if you feel me put your hands up (hood) My hood of niggas can you stand up (I'm so hood) If you not from here you can walk it out And you not hood then you don't know what I'm talking bout Everybody wanna mother fuckin' know why I dress so fly sit so high (bitch) I do it for the hood Bitch ass niggas I do it cause I could Every star on my jeans four X on my white tee Living life like a g that's why these bitch ass niggas wanna fight me Black a...

Green Gucci Suit lyrics song presented by Rick Ross : (feat. Future) [Intro: Rick Ross] Yeah You know what it is, uh Hmm Let's go get this money Green Gucci suit Green Gucci suit (green) Green Gucci suit Green Gucci suit (green) Green Gucci suit Green Gucci suit (green) Pack a hundred Backwoods and some Gucci shoes Maybach Music [Chorus: Rick Ross] Green Gucci suit Green Gucci suit (green) Green Gucci suit Green Gucci suit (green) Green Gucci suit Green Gucci suit (green) Pack a hundred Backwoods and some Gucci shoes Pack a hundred Backwoods and some Gucci shoes Pack a hundred Backwoods and some Gucci shoes Green Gucci suit Green Gucci suit (green) Green Gucci suit Green Gucci suit [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Lamborghini doors, I wanna touch the sky Ain't too many in the city who can roll with I Look who came up out the mud, now he a millionaire Try to buy up all the ghettos with a millionaire Renzel Ravioli, rather Ricky Ross Touchin' millions everyda...

Got Me Crazy (No Better Love) lyrics song presented by Rick Ross : Momma said, you know better Yeah, then flow better Tryna knock theirs don't make yours no better Rode through the MIA with go-getters Money talks niggas need Rosetta Cause y'all don't speak it like us Y'all don't freak it like us They looked away but now they peeking at us You put us any way on earth we can adjust Go tell your friends about it if you spend the weekend with us (Yeah!) Shoutout to Abel So many bottles Feezy gotta shoutout my table You know a nigga fly ain't gotta shoutout the labels You know I'm thoroughbred, and my pockets are stable OK now we out This feels alright And boy you got me open wide, boy you caught me by surprise Hold up! Wait a minute! This ain't how it's supposed to be But you got something that I need (And I wanna know if I let down my guard) Don't make me regret it, 'cause I can't take a ('nother broke heart)...

Geechi Liberace lyrics song presented by Rick Ross : Geechi Liberace, rings on every finger In the south with the AC set at 69 at all times I fell asleep with the Rollie on A young Michael Corleone Custom made suits and designer shoes Takes two hours to go through my shoes Ex slave, proud field nigga Next Trayvon Martin, Emmitt Till nigga My nappy hair, who say that life is fair My family mean the world although I'm never there These days nothing makes sense Sad, seeing all these G's on this fake shit Text a nigga phone, avoiding my calls Only thing you got is your word and your balls Get up on my level you say you a boss Everybody seen it we know that you're soft Heard you went and got a lawyer, you niggas is lost If they say I'm not the biggest? You tell them they false I'm out in Vegas and I'm tricking off Out in L.A. Freeway Ricky Ross Testified on over forty dudes I seen the documents, I'm who he wanna sue He testifies for a...

Game Ain't Based On Sympathy lyrics song presented by Rick Ross : "Reminiscing on that, uh I remember they used to give us that free cheese Give you the big block of that shit Yeah, man I'm glad y’all ain't gotta get that cheese Man, I thank God my kids ain't gotta see that cheese Yo (Maybach Music) You know what I’m saying? You gotta feed it to them raw. Feel me?" Renovating the ghettoes, moving me elsewhere Daddy didn't see pension they took his healthcare Affordable housing and they fed us welfare Showed us Tony Montana, teachers couldn't care less A young prince in Miami, son of a Pharaoh This is deeper than raps, I can't run from the echoes And I still hear the screams Under my mattress box springs, I still see the C.R.E.A.M Mac 11 next to Grammy invitations I'm never quiet, tell my niggas all my aspirations No more beefing with rappers It's just murder or nothing New positions to master, I perfected the ot...

Eastern Conference Finals lyrics song presented by Rick Ross : It's a tough thing to digest, you know? Yeah Release the content, cease the nonsense You're dealin' with the beast of the Eastern Conference All the hate do is just increase the don's strength You pricks are harmless, the clips are arm-length Right after you dab, do a couple of bong hits Razor work mean, buck-fifty the long rips At any moment it could get funky as armpits When they comin' so fast that it fuck with your conscience Out-out-out there where the water is different blues Lookin' at the yachts, being able to pick and choose Just like on the block, do your thing, then stick and move Learn 'em by heart, so you never forget the rules A room full of smart people never forget the fools They all want to shine, but they don't ever get the jewels Top five is always in the discussion The hood love 'em, they could see 'em, they could touch 'em I8, he...