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dj rell - bmf lyrics

[produced by lex luger]

[verse 1: rick ross]
my rolls royce triple black, i’m geechee ho
ballin’ in the club, bottles like i’m meech ho
rozay, that’s my nickname
cocaine runnin’ in my big vein
self made, you just affiliated
i build it ground up, you bought it renovated
talkin’ plenty capers nothin’s been authenticated
funny you claimin’ the same b+tch that i’m penetratin’
hold the bottles up, where my comrades?
where the f+ckin’ felons? where my dogs at?
i got that archie bunker
and it’s so white, i just might charge you double
[chorus: rick ross]
i think i’m big meech, larry hoover
whippin’ work, hallelujah
one nation, under god
real n+ggas gettin’ money from the f+ckin’ start
i think i’m big meech, larry hoover
gettin’ work, hallelujah
one nation, under god
real n+ggas gettin’ money from the f+ckin’ start

[verse 2: rick ross]
these m+th+rf+ckers mad that i’m icy
stunt so hard make them come indict me
i think i’m big meech, look at my timepiece
it’s another mere, hundred racks at least
look at yourself, now look at me
you can’t see a n+gga, i’m what you used to be
look at it this way, you n+ggas sideways
always gettin’ money, my n+gga, crime pays
so f+ck a n+gga, i’m self+made
you a sucker n+gga, i’m self+paid
this for my broke n+ggas, this for my rich n+ggas
got a hundred on a head of a snitch n+gga

[chorus: rick ross]
i think i’m big meech, larry hoover
whippin’ work, hallelujah
one nation, under god
real n+ggas gettin’ money from the f+ckin’ start
i think i’m big meech, larry hoover
gettin’ work, hallelujah
one nation, under god
real n+ggas gettin’ money from the f+ckin’ start
[verse 3: styles p]
the thirty+six holes leave you bleedin’, fam
word to them thirty+six o’s in a kilogram
blunt tip, orange like caviar
wildin’ out, fishtailin’, subaru rally car
out the passenger, lettin’ the automatty off
a egg of that girl i’ll knock ya mommy and ya daddy off
f+ck around and knock the emblem on the caddy off
four shooters buggin’ out, bl!ckin’ at ya caddy doors
and did i mention guns from red dead redemption?
nine mils, fifty clip extensions
coke is like a mattress in the hood, i’m flippin’ on it
and the money’s like a chair, i’m sittin’ on it

- dj rell lyrics

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