Rick Ross - Veterans Day Lyrics N Video Ft Lil Wayne, Birdman

Rick Ross - Veterans Day Lyrics and Video

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

yeah and by the way my name is Tunche


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

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

"Perfectionist" Lyrics - Rick Ross Ft. Meek Mill

"Perfectionist" Lyrics - Rick Ross Ft. Meek Mill

Perfectionist Lyrics is performed by Rick Ross Ft. Meek Mill @ http://lyricsandmusicvideo.blogspot.com/

plus who want in necessity, father never corrected me

streets showed me no sympathy, automo my accessory, huh

never accurate, i'm aiming at your acura, yeah

heart rate accelerate on other amateurs

and i murder anything in my perimeter

if they disrespect us we slide on them like a bastard

dodging fat cameras, balling like fucking stamina

black dawn numbers, i graduated the mansion

bricks in the maybach, bricks in the escalade

bricks on … we got bricks in the bay

san fran bricks got bricks in l.a.

publisher wash the money, i got bricks on this plane

and my nigger brick on his way, just to the time for brick out of yey

i'm switching out my bricks like my kicks with my legs

rule number one, never keep them bricks where you stay

all my women photogenic they never depreciate

pop up in the city, you strictly about to …

quarters to half's on my road to the riches

all real niggers just playing different positions

cross can be the quarter back, i'ma run his quarter back

first try to intercept a nigger like a quarter back

make a nigger pay a couple … to get his daughter back

get the dirty money clean it all up at the laundry mat

i'm allergic to failure heroin parafine …

frank lucas first at the fight … the ball like mayweather

don king at the register, i stack chatter, is etcetera, etcetera

i'm addicted to women, pretty women who spin it

fair … a nigger starting to feel it

d.a. label me menace, mama call me a king

so therefor i'm dropping soon like tyson was in the ring

coca-cola minx, canary yellow stones, i'ma stunt if it means i gotta break a bone

me and … in the hood on chrome, double mg and we 20 million strong

no matter it it's … cause it's all black

i'm in this 911 porsche with a …, no roof, fresh out the car lot

and we don't call cops nigger, we just call shots

fuck the competition i bury the cockroaches

thank when you see what i pull about the roaster

can't even breather, remember what yo mama told ya

we the real g's and the real pay soldiers

so if you nigger scared, call the feds up

we taking over i'm just giving niggers heads up

we shoot them down, just to let them know we dead up

8 figure nigger, tell the label, get our bread up

mg, bitch, maybach music, we just do shit like this for no reason

maybach music, no … no path flow, ...maybach music.

"Bricks" Lyrics - Rick Ross

"Bricks" Lyrics - Rick Ross

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…

Rick Ross - The Transporter Lyrics and Video

Rick Ross - The Transporter Lyrics and Video

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

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

Rick Ross - Pandemonium Lyrics and Video (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

Rick Ross - 10 Bricks Lyrics and Video (Ft. Birdman)

Rick Ross - 10 Bricks Lyrics and Video (Ft. Birdman)

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 and Video

Rick Ross - She Crazy Lyrics and Video

Yeahhh Mhmm Mhmm

Rick Ross (Talking)

You Know Sometime in Life Shit Get So Crazy, I Wanna Smoke One For My Nigga Peanut, Thats My Brother Forever Nigga I Love You Nigga,Your Son Mine Nigga, Let Me Check This Bitch Right Quick Though

Verse 1:

Been Through Alot 9.0 Times it Gets Cold, Doing Bad Had You Take Dope off The Road, Had A Situation Where She Kept it G As Fuck, Sometimes Realer Then The Niggas That I Trust, Runing in Banks, Walking Out Stores Anything That I Needed Signature She Would Forge, Fucked Up Her Credit Overdue Rental Cars it Was All 50/50 in This lil Thing of Ours, Girl Used To Lace Me Shoplifting At Macy I Just Loved That Fact That She Really Did Embrace Me, Then She Started Dancing Really Didn't Phase Me, Started Popping Pills That's When Shit Got Crazy Money Come And Go But The Trill Will Remain When This Rap Shit Pop I Told Her That I Never Change, Have Been Stacking Change And I Gotcha A Lil' Cut When We Meet Aqain Girl We Can Live it Up

Neyo (Chrous)x2:

(Ooooh) And No Matter The Time Or The Place in The Matter The Crime, Its Just Me And My, (Ooooh) Just Me And My, Do it All Through Whatever We Stay Together (Ooooh) .

Verse 2:
Smokin' Weed Looking At Your Picture on The Wall, I Remember Hittin' Licks Then We Both Hit The Mall Talkin' New Kicks, Cologne, Down To The Drawers, Raised Like Brothers But This Dope Game Flaw, Things That I Saw Really Made Me Wanna Change, This A Shame What 5 Dollars Do To Niggas Veins, After Graduation BestFriends Parted Ways, Fuck House Parties Now Its Time To Get Paid We Were Movin' White While My Niggas Touchin' The H, We Were Still Broke But Money Was on The Way Shit Were Goin' Great Til' My Nigga Called The Case, DNA Master Homicide Back in '98 Fucked Up Plans Incarcerated My Man, Took His Lexus Jeep Diamond Rings of His Hand, Damn, But You Can't Take A Real Nigga Legacy Legends Live Forever, So My Letter Reads

Neyo (Chrous)x2:

(Ooooh) And No Matter The Time Or The Place in The Matter The Crime, Its Just Me And My, (Ooooh) Just Me And My, Do it All Through Whatever We Stay Together (Ooooh) .

Rick Ross - John Doe Lyrics and Video

Rick Ross - John Doe Lyrics

Ugh, there he go, thats John Doe
There he go, thats John Doe
There he go, thats John Doe
Balling on you b-tches like I’m Rondo

[Chorus]
24′s, John Doe
All gold, John Doe
them boys dealing blow, they John Doe
Night work for the load, that’s John Doe
I’m still balling like I’m dough dealin
ugh I’m still balling like I’m dough dealin
ugh I parked the Caddy in the living room
just parked the Caddy in the living room

[Rick Ross- Verse 1]
I brought a Benz and it’s paid for
I brought a b-tch that b-tch paid for
I brought a stick and its made for
welfare, yeah stick it in ya a-hole
aye ho you know I got that A-1
yayo and I’m quick to slang one
jumping n-ggas like a chess piece
spend a couple hundred dollars on my chest piece
outta town n-ggas we call ‘em fresh meat
he say he nettin me boy you must refresh me
better miss me with the convo
wanna know my name b-tch, John Doe


[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I got a b-tch who has a habit
spending stacks on nice fabrics
that head great, that p-ssy lavish
I’m peeling collie greens that 30 carrots
reporting live from my Rolls Royce
I’m ready to die and put that on my old boy
count 1.5 I holla “Oh Lord”
when Im on the jet know them choppers on board
rims taller than a bulldozer
everybody tucking pistols when we pulled over
fresh up out the fest, salute my n-gga Fanzo
yea they asked my name but he told ‘em John Doe

[Chorus - x2]

Rick Ross - Retrosuperfuture Lyrics and Video

Rick Ross - Retrosuperfuture Lyrics

[Rick Ross Verse 1]
The minute I wake up I gotta get high
The homies we found us a way to get by
Lets call us some b-tches and have a good time
A lot of bottles of Vodka as we forget time
Lets clean up the Chevy so we can ride by
Quick piece of p-ssy call it a drive by
I’ma slide by sippin on that high life
and my slippers jack triple where my five light
as a all-star I made so many highlights
touchdown field goal this my night
she the wild type ready for the wild night
are you the buy type, hangin at the bar type
I hope you are ’cause that mean a player all right
smokin like a Taylor so the paper is all white
tryna to land a plane baby are you really gain
back to the future me and Wiz got this thing sayin’

[Chorus - Wiz Khalifa]
I stay high while ya’ll stay low
tryna tell me ’bout the smell I know
but I stay red form all that smoke
the weeds with me everywhere I go
and ya’ll can roll, woah woah woah woah woah woah woah oh oh oh
and ya’ll can roll, woah woah woah woah woah woah woah oh oh oh
and ya’ll can roll,

[Rick Ross Verse 2]
I got yo girl diggin all in my ash tray
dickin her down for the few past days
she asked the name of my sneakers, are they designer?
shawty green as the reefer even the grinder
f-ckin like its a porn in my recliner
lookin straight in the eyes, they show vagina
shes a lair but damn she does it well
we on fire imagine what it’ll sell
all my homies are people that I admire
small click of real n-ggas smokin that fire
holdin’ my dick until the day that I expire
we and Wiz in the benz gettin’ higher

[Chorus - Wiz Khalifa]

[Rick Ross - Verse 3]
I’m in the right pair of Nike Airs
from gravel to marble I travel light years
Im like chyea Ima chill right chea
like the Mack 11 on me n-gga no fear
skateboard aboard to PanAmerica
I make more abroad than in America
waitin’ for the day Bob rose from the dead
in HD as I take an ounce to the head

Rick Ross - 9 Piece Lyrics and Video

Rick Ross - 9 Piece Lyrics, Video

I’m smoking dope, I’m on my cell phone
I’m selling dope, straight off the iPhone
he wanna quote, he talking 9 zones
he bought four, I front him 5 more

9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls

[Rick Ross - Verse 1]
Suave house, still independent
distribution Mexican
he still sending
no contract, take my word
send a hundred packs bitch
them my birds
shoe box, no shoes in ‘em
in the two seater, me and two women
no Def Jam, went solo
took the custy’s prices solo

[Rick Ross - Chorus]

I’m smoking dope, I’m on my cell phone
I’m selling dope, straight off the iPhone
he wanna quote, he talking 9 zones
he bought four, I front him 5 more

9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls

[T.I - Verse 2]
Its the king young gunna
hotter than suana in the summer
n-gga think I’m playing round if you wanna
bring the thunder and the lightening
like a sighting if you try me
on that Warren Buffet sh-t
that monkey sh-t behind me
you want me square n-gga you know where to find me
don’t call me on my cell
you tryna send a pimp to jail
if you buying 25 you can get it for the twelve
uncut, rocked up, got hand and pale yeah
hey let me send a little message to my enemies
you n-gga get to telling have ‘em buried ‘fore they sentence me
come to ATL, hit any trap they remember me
billionaire swag with a dope boys energy

[Rick Chorus]
I’m smoking dope, I’m on my cell phone
I’m selling dope, straight off the iPhone
he wanna quote, he talking 9 zones
he bought four, I front him 5 more

9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls

[Rick Ross - Verse 3]
Soft white, I got that G-mix
I’m going Gold, crumbs to the bricks
I’m on the road, lets buy some new whips
trick a hundred hoes
spend a few chips
9 piece, straight 8 balls
got your bottom bitch going AWOL
n-gga’s looking at ya like you fell off
no sir, not me
I’m double platinum just like my Ferrari
bullet proof, n-gga teflon
why you snorting that
that shit stepped on

[Rick Chorus]
I’m smoking dope, I’m on my cell phone
I’m selling dope, straight off the iPhone
he wanna quote, he talking 9 zones
he bought four, I front him 5 more

9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls

Tears of Joy Lyrics N Video Rick Ross

Rick Ross - Tears of Joy Lyrics

[Rick Ross - Verse 1]
smoking the best spliff in a brand new benz
No ID on the track let the story begin, begin…
lookin in the mirror but I dont see much
staring in the streets so I dont sleep much
watching the snakes so they dont creep up
but the way im gettin dis money n-ggas can’t keep up
u n-ggas can’t keep up
n-ggas got beef but it can’t be much
I’m still walking through the crowds like I cant be touched
top back all black Gretsky puck
ice skater a lil later might let me f-ck
damn, she might let me f-ck
last night I cried tears of joy
what did I do to deserve this
rock a rhine on my wrist a year ago
I didnt even know dat b-tches exist
quarter milli for the muthaf-cka
no insurance on a muthaf-cka
aint life a bitch, but u gotta keep her wet
keys open doors so I gotta keep a set
everybody know that I’ma alot of people’s threats
biggie smalls in the flesh livin life after my death
yesterday i read my horoscope
tell me lord will I be poor and broke
tell me lord will I be dealing dope
i wanna take my momma to the pocanoes

[Ceelo - Chorus]
WHY
[Rick Ross]
But only Lord Know
[Ceelo]
To all the loved ones I leave behind
because they cant see me fine
and I ask when someone wants to be me, why?
not even everything can ease my mind
if you could read my mind
my God Im Scarred
I have tattoo tears of joy

[Rick Ross - Verse 2]
Last nite I cried tears of joy
what did I do to deserve this?
young rich muthaf-cka still uneducated but dammit a n-gga made it
GOD damn a n-gga made it
Crib bigger than a church Lord know Im blessed
5 different lawyers Lord know I’m stressed!
a punch in the face get you 300k
ask Vlad now he back making minimum wage
another victim of my criminal ways
I wanna walk in the image of christ
but that b-tch Vivica nice
and I’m still swimming in ice
I’m just living my life
I’m just living my life
lease a lambourghini for your pu-sy rate
life is just a pu-sy race
snatch a b-tch take her back to your place
next mornin I can tell you how the pu-sy taste
I got expensive taste

[Ceelo - Chorus]

[Rick Ross - Verse 3]
last nite I cried tears of joy
what did we do to deserve this
not to dwell on the the past but to keep it real
I gotta represent for Emmett Till
all the dead souls in the field
lookin at my rolly its about that time
white man had a problem wit mine
and we suppose to be shy? (shy)(shy)
the revolution still applies
prolly still on the rise

[Ceelo - Chorus]

Aston Martin Music Lyrics N Video Rick Ross Ft Drake

Rick Ross - Aston Martin Music Lyrics

[Chorus: Chrisette Michelle]
We bobbin to the music this is how we do it(all night)
Breezin down the freeway just me and my baby(in our ride)
Just me and my boss no worries at all
Listening to Aston Martin Music Music

[Hook: Drake]
Would have came back for you
I just needed time to do what I had to do
Caught in the life I cant let it go
Whether thats right I will never know(ugh but here goes nothin)

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
When Im alone in my room sometimes I stare at the walls
Automatic weapons on the floor but who can you call
My down bitch, one who live by the code
Put this music s-it aside get it in on the road
Lot of quiet time, pink bottles of Rose
Exotic red bottoms, so-bodied glittered in gold
Following fundamentals Im following in the rental
I love a nasty girl who swallow is on the menu
And money triple up when you get it out of state
Need a new safe cause Im runnin out of space
Now Im Roy Jetson Im somewhere out of space
In my two-seater she the one that I would take

[Chorus: Chrisette Michelle]

We bobbin to the music this is how we do it(all night)
Breezin down the freeway just me and my baby(in our ride)
Just me and my boss no worries at all
Listening to Aston Martin Music Music

Hook: Drake

Would have came back for you
I just needed time to do what I had to do
Caught in the life I cant let it go
Whether thats right I will never know(ugh well here goes nothin)

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Pull up on the block in a drop-top chicken box
Mr. KFC DBS is in the watch
Livin fast where its all about that money bag
Never front you take it there aint no comin back
Top down right here is where she want to be
That’s why golds unfold right in front of me
Eveytime we f-ck her soul take ahold of me
Addicted like Pookie that pu-sy be controllin me
That thang keep callin
F-ck maintain boy I gotta keep ballin
Pink bottles keep comin
James Bond coup pop clutch 100

[Chorus: Chrisette Michelle]
We bobbin to the music this is how we do it(all night)
Breezin down the freeway just me and my baby(in our ride)
Just me and my boss no worries at all
Listening to Aston Martin Music Music

[Hook: Drake]
Would have came back for you
I just needed time to do what I had to do
Caught in the life I cant let it go
Whether thats right I will never know(ugh but hear goes nothin)

Aston Martin Music Music(2x)

Free Mason Lyrics N Video Rick Ross Ft Jay-Z, John Legend

Rick Ross - Free Mason Lyrics

This is for the soldiers
the see the sun at midnight, ya dig
let me slow down
it’s so amazing

(Rick Ross)
I go in the grave before I be a bich n-gga
Better behave you dealin’ with some rich n-gga
we the lost symbols
speak in cryptic codes
ancient wisdom
valuable like gifts of Gold
I embark on life
my path is all math
I understand the codes these hackers can’t crack
I understand these folks expect me to fold
community control to violate parole
I wont fail but a lot of men will
I’m iconic in the field
like Solomons Seal
Uh, it’s just in an intro
allow my flow time to sink into the temple
Free Mason
Free Lancer
Free Agents, we faster
Big contracts, big contractors
built pyramids, period
We Masters
no caterpillers, it was just a lot of n-ggas
A lot of great thinkers and a lot of great inventors
All white mansion, I’m the child of God
All black diamonds times were hard
New Rolls Royce Guess you made it n-gga
all white favourite n-gga
you they favourite n-gga
my top back like JFK
they wanna push my top back like JFK
So, So I JFK,
join forces with the kings and we ate all day
right now I could rewrite history
I stopped writing so f-ck it
I’ll do it mentally

(Chorus - Rick Ross)
I go in the grave before I be a bich n-gga
Better behave you dealin’ with some rich n-gga
Started in the ghetto now we worldwide
Multiplying and I pray to God we never die
(repeat)

(Verse 2 - Jay-Z)
N-ggas couldn’t do nothing with me
they put the devil on me
I would have preferred if n-gga squeeze the metal on me
Rumours of Lucifer
I don’t know who to trust
whole world want my demise turn my music up
here me clearly, if y’all niggas fear me
f-ck all these fairy tales
go to hell
This is God engineering
This is Hail Mary pass,
y’all interfering
he without sin shall cast the first stone
so y’all look in the mirror
double check your appearance
b-tch I said I was amazing
Not that I’m a Mason
3It’s amazing that I made it though the maze that I was in
Lord forgive me I never would’ve made it without sin
Holy water my face in the basin
Diamonds in my Rosary shows He forgave him
B-tch I’m red hot, I’m on my third six but the devil I’m not
My Jesus peice flooded but thou shall not covet
keep your eyes off my cupboard I’m a bad motherf0cker
it’s HOV
just say you love it

(Rick Ross - Chorus)

(John Legend)
If I ever die, never let it be said I didn’t win
never, never say
never sya Legend didn’t go in (imma go in)
I just wanna die on Top of the World
Makin love to my favorite girl
makin beuatiful music
we makin a movie
we knew we was born to do it

(Rick Ross - Chorus)

Rick Ross - Live Fast, Die Young Lyrics N Video

Rick Ross - Live Fast, Die Young Lyrics

(You’ve got to feel it)
(Aww, you soundin’ good!)

They say we can’t be livin’ like this
For the rest of our lives
But we gon’ be livin’ like this
For the rest of tonight
And you know they gon’ be bangin’ this sh-t
For the rest of our lives

Live fast (Live fast)
And die young (Die young)
Live fast (Live fast)
And die young (Die young)
Live fast
And die young

Livin’ fast, now it’s all in the rags
Hard-headed, but my top peelin’ back
Tinted glass on my ’57, nigga with an attitude (Me)
Young and radical, methods are mathematical
Let my convertible marinate on the avenue
Mami, that’s half a million, I’m livin’ la vida rapido
Die young, but f--k it, we flew first class
Turned you to a rich bitch by your first glass
Up in this bitch and we lit up like a screen
Every time we hit the charts, niggas shoot up like a fiend
Stuntin’ like we printin’ money with machines
What you see me wavin’, Vacheron Constantine
Like Mike, my Spikes stay all white
Twenty-four karat gold, eighty carats worth of ice
Ice insured, f--k life insurance
I live for the moment, and put a bullet on that (Bawse)
Got the club rockin’ like a f--kin’ boat
I’m the pirate on this ship, all you mates got to go
Good party over here, everybody over here
You know the word travel fast, everybody know we here
All the bottles over here, even spread it over there
All the models over here, but they swallow everywhere
She came to party like it’s 1999
If she died on my dick, she would live through my rhymes

They say we can’t be livin’ like this
For the rest of our lives
But we gon’ be livin’ like this
For the rest of tonight
And you know they gon’ be bangin’ this sh-t
For the rest of our lives

Live fast (Live fast)
And die young (Die young)
Live fast (Live fast)
And die young (Die young)
Live fast
And die young

For all Miami ladies that drivin’ Miss Daisy
Drivin’ me crazy, rock the beat, baby
Hop up out the errt, she eat up the pavement
I don’t give a errt, baby, he crazy
I’m back by unpopular demand
Least he still poppin’ in Japan, shoppin’ in Milan
Hoppin’ out the van, screams from the fans
“Yeezy, always knew you’d be on top again!”
And we ’bout to hit Jacob the Jeweler
So I can be like Slick Rick, and rule ya
Dr. Martin Louis the King, Junior
And I’ma never let the dream turn to Kruegers
My outfit so disrespectful
You can go ‘head and sneeze ’cause my presence blessed you
I mean, we walked in this bitch so stylish
Niggas done mistook me for my stylist
And I know it’s superficial and you say it’s just clothes
But we shoppin’ in that motherf--ker and it just closed
So go ahead and just pose
When she walked up out the dressing room, the store just froze
And I know they tryna get they cool back
And them ghetto bitches hollin’ “How you do that?”
So they could never say we never lived it
And if I see Biggie tonight, I loved every minute

They say we can’t be livin’ like this
For the rest of our lives
Well, we gon’ be livin’ like this
For the rest of tonight
And you know they gon’ be bangin’ this sh-t
For the rest of our lives

So live fast
And die young
Live fast
And die young
Live fast
And die young

Peter Piper pickin’ peppers, Rick pitch poems
My leather long enough to keep a thick bitch warm
When that ass is enormous, abs abnormal
And tans in the morning on sands in California
Seems like we gettin’ money for the wrong things
Look around, Maseratis for the whole team
Look at Haiti, children dyin’ round the clock, nigga
I sent a hundred grand, but that’s a decent watch, nigga
I’m gettin’ better, ’cause it woulda leased a drop, nigga
I’ma get my money right, just watch, nigga
She had a miscarriage, I couldn’t cry, though
‘Cause you and I know she was only my side ho
Uh, I got ‘em catchin’ amnesia
Time to pull my f--kin’ minks out the freezer
See the lynx and you just think, “Jesus”
I’m hot ’til the day a day freezes
Young and radical, methods are mathematical
I’m multiplyin’ my money through different avenues
Took many to war, shook never before
For my mother I applaud Ms. Afeni Shakur
Ice insured, f--k life insurance
Three bad bitches, don’t come concurrent
Still, you know the dope won’t stop
And if I die today bury me in a dope-ass watch

We can’t be livin’ like this
For the rest of our lives
Well, we gon’ be livin’ like this
For the rest of tonight
And you know we gon’ be bangin’ this sh-t
For the rest of our lives

So live fast
And die young
Live fast
And die young
Live fast
And die young

Rick Ross - Super High Lyrics N Video Ft. Ne-Yo

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