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Dead Presidents (feat. Future,... - Rick Ross

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@Robert

3,362

Rather you than me If you've been fucking with me since Port of Miami It's been hell of a fucking journey M-m-maybach Music Ain't nun' changed nigga Lil' stronger, lil' wiser, maybe a lil' more violent Blame it on America Fuck it Beat Billionaire I'm pulling off the lot, I bought the cash Her future bright, don't give a fuck about her past Her ass be looking good inside the leggings But I know that she's missing all the edges I run the game just by running with the felons Pour out the Judy, got rich nigga calisthenics Walking in the court room, sipping on the beverage I know the judge so I got a lot of leverage Pissing on these bitches is a fetish (R. Kelly) Fully loaded .60s smoking on a seven (all ready) Your dawg get a dime, you never wrote a letter Still in a box, got her rapping acapella Can't trust no people fucking with the presser I got a chopper, but don't make me be the devil He knocking on the door and all the Baswares Gave me addresses where I'm hiding in the last verse Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents They go to war, yeah, all my lil' niggas militant Let's go to trial, we guilty till proven innocent Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents Fair sentences, fair, fair sentences Let's go to trial, we guilty till proven innocent I got thirty white bitches like Tommy Lee I make drug money, nigga, I make blood money On my third passport, and I'm geechie as fuck I got wet stripper pussy at the airport I got molly green dollars on my transport Bussing down a hundred bales in the bath tub Fuck this Philippine pussy in some house shoes I got dope money, nigga, I got war wounds This the culture on the hammer, ain't no dance moves I was posted on the [??] stupid, hanging with my Haitians Murder's on the news, all front pages Gunning and catching bodies, ain't no relations I was stacking Ben Franklins posted in Fiji They rocking two times in a row, that's a repeat And I'm fucking niggas hoes cus they easy I'm in here fucking niggas wives, balls breezy She gotta fuck like she love like she need me I got my Maybach flooded all with extra TVs I make a movie every single fucking day I John Travolta when I flood that Patek face Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents They go to war, yeah, all my lil' niggas militant Let's go to trial, we guilty till proven innocent Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents Fair sentences, fair, fair sentences Let's go to trial, we guilty till proven innocent Let's go! Hands on these niggas, got the yellow bracelet Check off in my pocket like the yellow pages Fuck you niggas woes, when I was ashing nigga Loafers in the chop, I keep it classy nigga Build a empire, yeah that's whats my state of mind Motherfuck 'em all, yeah that's whats my state of mind Keep the block sober there, we call it Lego land Meanwhile the kids smoking like its Amsterdam Dope boy prez, you know who got the truths Sixteen when I bought my first rollie Legend in my hood just like I'm Escobar Never riding dirty in the extra car Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents They go to war, yeah, all my lil' niggas militant Let's go to trial, we guilty till proven innocent Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents Fair sentences, fair, fair sentences Let's go to trial, we guilty till proven innocent

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Summer Seventeen (feat. Yo Gotti) - Rick Ross

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@Katalin

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You scared to die nigga? Open your eyes wide and I pray you are I'm out on bond so I gotta beat it All the dope boys say they wanna be me (boss) I got a lick boy, I got a lick 2017 trust me boy, this one is it I used to smoke the weed until my fingers burn Pool of bitches fucking me, I got em' taking turns My nigga bought the stick but you wanna fade Made runnin' in the bank a residential thing All my niggas mad they like fuck the world Back to standin' on the Ave. with a couple birds If you a killer well I'm tryna see Cause calling the police the only thing free I had to park that purple Lamborghini And pull that Chevy back out on the cement I'm from the city where they kill for nothin' And all Renzel do is push a button I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen (All my niggas! I'm talking all my niggas!) I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen I had a quarter mil' when I was seventeen Quarterback and quarter keys, plus I own the team Rather you than me, rather me than you Riding in that coupe, hanging out shooting Glass panoramic top, I don't got no roof Your bitch wishing on a star I can see the moon I can count to a million with my eyes closed, and shoot a pussy with that chopper while I'm blindfolded Draco, draco, draco (draco), fitted cap a halo (halo) Activis and Faygo, no pussies on my payroll It's 'bout to be a cold summer, hot winter This year in march, I might make it rain 'til September I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen I'm out on bond so I gotta beat it Half a million to my lawyer cause he undefeated Shots fired; you short of breathing Barefoot, cause them kids took your Adidas I'm keepin' fried fish up in my mama pan How much y'all detectives call yo' boy the son of Sam Zaca flesh shake up the block, that's with a hundred grand Put that voodoo on you niggas so that gun'll jam You know them niggas killers how they name ring You know them niggas winners how they chain swing All the bitches sellin' pussy charge the same thing Richest nigga in the hood, we call him Rain Man I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen (All my niggas, let's go!) I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen Lord! I'm talking all my niggas! All my niggas! Every one of em, nigga Summer seventeen nigga!

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Summer Seventeen (feat. Yo Gotti) - Rick Ross

20

@Oscar

1,007

You scared to die nigga? Open your eyes wide and I pray you are I'm out on bond so I gotta beat it All the dope boys say they wanna be me (boss) I got a lick boy, I got a lick 2017 trust me boy, this one is it I used to smoke the weed until my fingers burn Pool of bitches fucking me, I got em' taking turns My nigga bought the stick but you wanna fade Made runnin' in the bank a residential thing All my niggas mad they like fuck the world Back to standin' on the Ave. with a couple birds If you a killer well I'm tryna see Cause calling the police the only thing free I had to park that purple Lamborghini And pull that Chevy back out on the cement I'm from the city where they kill for nothin' And all Renzel do is push a button I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen (All my niggas! I'm talking all my niggas!) I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen I had a quarter mil' when I was seventeen Quarterback and quarter keys, plus I own the team Rather you than me, rather me than you Riding in that coupe, hanging out shooting Glass panoramic top, I don't got no roof Your bitch wishing on a star I can see the moon I can count to a million with my eyes closed, and shoot a pussy with that chopper while I'm blindfolded Draco, draco, draco (draco), fitted cap a halo (halo) Activis and Faygo, no pussies on my payroll It's 'bout to be a cold summer, hot winter This year in march, I might make it rain 'til September I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen I'm out on bond so I gotta beat it Half a million to my lawyer cause he undefeated Shots fired; you short of breathing Barefoot, cause them kids took your Adidas I'm keepin' fried fish up in my mama pan How much y'all detectives call yo' boy the son of Sam Zaca flesh shake up the block, that's with a hundred grand Put that voodoo on you niggas so that gun'll jam You know them niggas killers how they name ring You know them niggas winners how they chain swing All the bitches sellin' pussy charge the same thing Richest nigga in the hood, we call him Rain Man I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen (All my niggas, let's go!) I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen Lord! I'm talking all my niggas! All my niggas! Every one of em, nigga Summer seventeen nigga!

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Don't Panic (feat. Rick Ross &... - Meek Mill

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@Mane

931

Can't Panic, Don't Panic They knocking, Don't Panic It's them people in penny-loafers They searching people and searching sofas OH LORD! Can't Panic, Don't Panic No time to plot it, No time to plan it 100 Keys up in the Attic! 100 Keys up in the Attic! OH LORD! 30 racks of Diesel, watching for them people 2 Birds in the Kitchen; 1 Brick, 1 Desert Eagle If the Cops rush in, better flush it Better pray to God they don't see you Cause them F-E-D-S Boys want to L-I-F-and E you So don't panic, don't panic, if they grab you Don't panic, nigga dropping statements on the Whole hood, they grabbed the nigga and he ramming Got them young boys like 30 Years still walking And he standing, bet that would've been one of my Niggas, bet you homie would've died quicker, my Lawyer cost 100 Thou', nigga, rats telling with No remorse, shoot at us, no reports, we shoot at them They going to Court, fuck niggas want to go to War Just make sure you could stand it, and when them boys Start rushing, nigga, just don't panic Pussy niggas panic, I could see they panties Rain, Snow, or Sleet, I'm in these Streets and It's so organic, WB but no Atlantic, play with Me and I bet I'll handle it, 30 G's, 20 Shows A Month, that's too much to count and too much To manage, (hey) I'm on my dope boy shit, yeah My car's White, motherfuck a hater, I done lived A Hard Life, I'm swanging out my building, trying To raise my children, top got no ceiling, Yo Gotti Nigga Meek Milly, counted my first Million, that's When my whole Life changed, I Pledge Allegiance to Streets that I'll never Panic if them FEDS came That's on everything, Money-Bag in the bread game, my Partner and them is my partner and them, murder one or Get gwop with them, I'm YO GOTTI! Can't panic, don't panic They knocking, don't panic It's them people in penny-loafers They searching people and searching sofas Oh lord, can't panic, don't panic No time to plot it, no time to plan it 100 keys up in the attic, 100 keys up in the attic Oh lord

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Future Bright (feat. Bryson Tiller) - Rick Ross

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@Linn

5,453

The biggest Bryson Your future so bright The flyest shit It's time to take 'em down baby Maybach Music Yo (Big billionnaire) Still got the yayo flyin' in from all the West Coast Fleet of cars, all red like this was Death Row Keep it gangsta never singin' like it's Danny boy All she seen was Givenchy soon as I ran up on her Begin at what you eat I'ma change your lifestyle (Boss) Lamborghinis at Checkers, a nigga iced out (Woo) From the back I fuck her long term (Uh) No trippin', trust me shawty this won't hurt New G Wagon that's just to go get your nails did Big fishin' I'ma get you niggas at LIV I got the plug and it's comin' out of Panama I got the plug and it's comin' out of Panama A petty problem have your ass doin' thirty years Boy, the future bright, it's time to touch these thirty M's Cocaine and Maybachs throughout the catalogue Expensive wheels for pretty bitches, I had 'em all (Boss) Shawty said she wanna floss like me (Like me) Never trip about the cost like me (Like me) Live lavish and calls the shot like me (Me) Then fuck with a young boss like me You got a man but he not like me (No), like me, no Pull out the stops like me, like me Oh, you say you need a boss like me Baby fuck with a-, fuck, fuck, fuck with a- Fuck with a- Rollin' deep, show and tell by the gang unit All the gangstas show me love and they bang to it (Uh) Our future bright I wanna handle your retirement Life insurance policy with the Pyrex (Uh) Kingpin so it's smoother than a one-two Got you the same whip I got your mom too (Huh) Do it big and shit I'm talkin' aunt too Junior Mafia niggas'll let the guns loose (Bang) Bad bitch better show me what that tongue do (Huh) Dapper Dan, Gucci suits that I can run through (Huh) My niggas comin' up like it was coke prices (Huh) How can you be trippin' nigga with no snipers? (Huh) Step-steppin' off the jets, still in the hair-rollers She rock with dopeboys all shareholders 20 stacks blow it all in Fashion Nova What I'm smokin' you can smell from California (Boss) Shawty said she wanna floss like me (Floss like me) Never trip about the cost like me (Cost like me) Live lavish and calls the shot like me (Call the shots) Then fuck with a young boss like me You got a man but he not like me (No), like me, no Pull out the stops like me, like me Oh, you say you need a boss like me Baby fuck with a-, fuck, fuck, fuck with a- Fuck with a- Maybach Music

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Stand Up (Remix) [feat. Future,... - Fabolous

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@Jordan

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F**k Up the Club (feat. Future, Rick Ross, YG & Yo Gotti) - DJ Khaled

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