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rick ross - coke like the 80's lyrics

[sample]
okay last time, this is drugs
this is your brain on drugs
any questions?

[intro]
welcome home george jung (rip mcbride)
the real boston george
it’s that dade country yayo sh-t
double mob
i’m finny take these p-ssy n-ggas down
beat billionaire

[hook]
i got c0ke like the 80’s
i got c0ke like the 80’s, in my all white mercedes
i got c0ke like the 80’s
i got c0ke like the 80’s, i got c0ke like the 80’s
i got c0ke like the 80’s, i got c0ke like the 80’s
i got c0ke like the 80’s, i got c0ke like the 80’s
i got c0ke like the 80’s
i got c0ke like the 80’s, in my c0ke white mercedes

[verse 1]
all white n-gga, big ike n-gga
keep shooters with me, your car your gravesite n-gga
15th ave, miracle n-gga
get these conch fritters fried, come and get a few n-gga
john doe n-gga, you know that convo, n-gga
get you that weed and white, want you a combo n-gga
checkmate with the sticks, identify by your kicks
welcome home to skinner, already bought him a brick
b00bie gang was the clique, forever changed the game
bunky brown was a legend, wayne parker the mane (vonda)
carol city success, 183rd still a rout
we live in the jungle, fishtanks in the house

[verse 2]
bo diddley n-gga, oh really n-gga?
bunche park hot, block full of k!llas
lil’ trav, n-gga, the bad n-gga
execution upcomin’, ’bout that lil’ tab n-gga
river city they slide, aka homicide
rest in peace to the goonies, one day we’ll be eye to eye
it is what it is, i left the vest at the crib
extended the clip, i’ma give ’em the biz
catch you jackin’ your d-ck, now you f-cked in the game
leave you flat on your back, where you lay was a stain
a mil’ in the hole is every real n-gga goal
and this uncut like ochoa, they want your crumbs off the floor, whoah

[verse 3]
my new b-tch, she a waitress, strip club is a trap
stick my d-ck in her p-ssy when she come sit on my lap
get that paper, my plug, he sent that pack from bahamas
it’s uncut like the 80’s, 17 still my number
candy paint on my donk, jesus piece on my chonk
sold her my last nickel pooch she just wanted a bump
her man wanted a line, so i sold ’em a verse
sold a quarter for 9, and i sold ’em the vert
can’t be takin’ them trips, for that flea market whip
peep this rollie fugazy, i’m sellin’ game to a pimp
line up all of my b-tches, head crack ’em and check ’em
even if she barefooted, i bet the streets gon’ respect her

- rick ross lyrics

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