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rick ross - i got lyrics

“a little over a year ago i was in bondage
and now i’m back out here
reaping the blessings and getting the benefits that go along with
everything that’s out here for kings like us
the reason why we like this, this jewelry and this diamonds and stuff
they don’t understand is, because we really from africa
and that’s where all this stuff come from
and we originated from kings, you know what i’m saying so?
don’t look down on the youngsters because they wanna have shiny things
it’s in our genes, know what i’m saying?
we just don’t all know our history, so peace to the midwest
keep it p-i, you know what i’m saying?” (i’m a just keep you up on this pimp s—, see what i’m saying?)
i just landed in europe, n—-
shopping bags, i’m a tourist, n—-
money talk i speak fluent, n—-
reeboks on, i just do it, n—-
look at me, i’m pure n—-
i bet the hoes on my tour, n—-
i don’t bop, i do the money dance
my b—- whip cost a hundred grand
red vert, you see me slide
s-xy b—- i hope she ’bout it
s-xy b—- i know she ’bout it
f— with me, you know i got it
f— with me, you know i got it
f— with me, you know i got it
s-xy b—- i hope she ’bout it
come f— with me, you know i got it
f— with me, you know i got it
f— with me, you know i got it
s-xy b—- i hope she ’bout it
come f— with me, you know i got it
my smoke thick, my jewels gold
my shoes new, these hoes chose
my pistol work, my looks k!ll
b—- text me, her rent here
unfortunately i’m a pimp, baby
couldn’t care less ’bout your rent, lady
i got a chopper that’s a bit crazy
balenciaga boots, i’m in the bent faded
peelin’ paper like a bank teller
me and hova in the bank, h-lla
paper cuts until you hate cheddar
i take that back cause i am straight cheddar
f— with me, you know i got it
f— with me, you know i got it
s-xy b—- i hope she ’bout it
come f— with me, you know i got it
f— with me, you know i got it
f— with me, you know i got it
s-xy b—- i hope she ’bout it
come f— with me, you know i got it
40 racks, front pocket
i bet 40 racks them folks watchin’
i bet 40 racks them hoes want me
i got 40 racks, these hoes on me
40 rounds, that thang on me
f— around, my thang on me
cell phone got 40 hoes
a-game give me 40 more
her number keep on poppin’ up
she came through, the topic was to top me up
top down in my white corniche
ever see these hermès seats?
f— with me, you know i got it
f— with me, you know i got it
s-xy b—- i hope she ’bout it
come f— with me, you know i got it
f— with me, you know i got it
f— with me, you know i got it
s-xy b—- i hope she ’bout it
come f— with me, you know i got it
i’m ridin’ big comin’ down that beach
geechi n—- with satin sheets
bad b—-, she a masterpiece
got a bad b—-, she a masterpiece

- rick ross lyrics

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