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rick ross - i.d.f.w.u. (mmg mix) lyrics

[intro: rick ross]
it’s the black bottle boss, ricky rozay and you rockin’ with dj sean mac
ayo mac, put this sh-t in a casket
you rockin’ with the hottest
the mothaf-ckin’ hottest
double m empire
it’s the power circle, show ’em what it does

[verse 1: rick ross]
she waitin’ on the mailman with a tax check
later on i’m comin’ through, i gotta tax that
suge knight with a b-tch, hit and run
kevin gates on the -ss, quick lunch
pacman – mayweather, ross ringside
vegas homies, all the ladies in the east side
on the beach, i’m a beast, marshawn lynch
chronic smoke off the corner clears my conscience
lookin’ better than her friends, body like a benz
p-ssy good, 90 days, i got her movin’ in
flow’s cashmere and the voice thick
super bowl, rode with a dopeboy clique
double m, we ain’t ever on the f-ck sh-t
if i ain’t hit her i was never interested
mob ties, no shirt like fat tony
and a label with a cable and a gat on me

[pre-hook: big sean]
i don’t f-ck with you
you lil stupid -ss b-tch, i ain’t f-ckin’ with you
you lil, you lil dumb -ss b-tch, i ain’t f-ckin’ with you
i got a million trillion things i’d rather f-ckin’ do
than to be f-ckin’ with you, lil stupid -ss

[hook: big sean]
i don’t give a f-ck, i don’t give a f-ck
i don’t, i don’t, i don’t give a f-ck
b-tch, i don’t give a f-ck about you, or anything that you do
don’t give a f-ck about you, or anything that you do

[verse 2: big sean]
i heard you got a new man, i see you takin’ a pic
then you post it up, thinkin’ that its makin’ me sick
i see you calling, i be makin’ it quick
i’mma answer that sh-t like: “i don’t f-ck with you”
b-tch i got no feelings to go
i swear i had it up to here, i got no ceilings to go
i mean for real, f-ck how you feel
f-ck your two cents if it ain’t goin’ towards the bill, yeah
and everyday i wake up celebratin’ sh-t, why?
cause i just dodged a bullet from a crazy b-tch
i stuck to my guns, that’s what made me rich
that’s what put me on, that’s what got me here
that’s what made me this
and everything that i do is my first name (b-i-g)
these hoes chase bread, aw d-mn, she got a bird brain
ain’t nothin’ but trill in me, aw man, silly me
i just bought a crib, three stories, that b-tch a trilogy
and you know i’m rollin’ weed that’s f-ckin’ up the ozone
i got a b-tch that text me, she ain’t got no clothes on
and then another one text, then your -ss next
and i’m gonna text your -ss back like

[pre-hook] + [hook x2]

[verse 3: e-40]
got a million things on my mind, executive deals online
limited amount of time, chasin’ these dollar signs and you ain’t on your grind
you liable to find me up in the mgm casino in the d
f-ckin’ off fetti i coulda put on property
from the bay to the murder mitten, my n-ggas put murder missions
she choosin’, that’s her decision, free my n-ggas in prison
on the phone with a b-tch who can’t do sh-t
for a pimp but make a n-gga h-lla rich
got a blunt in my dental, blowin’ hemp in a rental
on my way, to sacramento, late night, -rs-nio
i’m never sentimental, go hard or go homeless
barely harley, i’m chromeless, you might end up domeless
i bet you she into me, her cheddar, she givin’ me
i’ll make a b-tch stand outside forever like the statue of liberty
rest in pimp, pimp c, underground king of the south
i raise my styrofoam up, and pour some drank in my mouth
why you always coming around with bad news?
say you want me to win, but hope i lose
askin’ if i rock with other n-ggas in the crew
but them n-ggas cool, it’s just that

[pre-hook] + [hook x2]

[verse 4: big sean]
i got a new chick that i gotta thank god for
i got a new whip that i gotta thank the lot for
yeah i got a lot but want a lot more
yeah we in the buildin’ but i’m tryna take it to the top floor
i swear i hear some new bullsh-t every day i’m wakin’ up
it seems like nowadays everybody breakin’ up
that sh-t can break you down if you lose a good girl
i guess you need a bad b-tch to come around and make it up
i guess drama makes for the best content
everything got a bad side, even a conscience
now you’re drinkin’ ’til you’re unconscious
feel me when you get a fine b-tch
just don’t forget to read the fine print
life got me meditatin’ like i’m in the himalayas
keep it g with the l lit on me like the elevator
yeah i know that karma’s too real so i hope you doin’ cool
but still stupid -ss b-tch i ain’t f-ckin’ with you
little stupid -ss i ain’t f-ckin with
i ain’t f-ckin’, i ain’t, i ain’t f-ckin’ with you
i ain’t f-ckin’ with you
(straight up)

- rick ross lyrics

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