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rick ross – my nigga lyrics

black bottle boys, ciroc lifestyle, mastermind
untouchable empire ya heard me

[verse 1: rick ross]
four stacks on the balmain jean jacket
i’m addicted to things i got a mean habit
n-gga look at my rings i’ve got team tatted
me stacking my cream the only thing matter
me whippin that ‘cain you know it’s g status
quarter key in back just like a beef potted
when am in the spot know it’s straight crackin’
got your chain snached actin’ like it ain’t happen
jigga am with won at least eight pageants
cartier cost ya boy 80 carats
black bottle boy we can go to war
started 40 bottles, we can order more
outgrewed save; money waterwall
my audemars for ballers, n-gga none of y’all
sh-t got real back in ’98
look around lil n-ggas buying weight
park the money caller when it’s seven ???
all white phantom now we heavy weight
talkin money team, money n-gga everyway
money team, money n-gga everyway
she never f-cked a n-gga with straight commas
they come right back like i’m a. broner
come right back like i’m a. broner
come right back like i’m a. broner

[hook: rich homie quan]
from original version by yg

[verse 2: young breed]
got some n-ggas who will slide like them k!llers in the eighties
all i got to do is say it ain’t no finna maybe
i bust a n-gga head it just how my momma raised me
never really knew my daddy so my brother had to get me
uptown native, all black mercedes
and my motherf-ckin’ wrist worth four and a baby
used to break them down daily, like f-ck you; pay me
now you lookin’ at the plug it’s self made paper
p-ssy on demand like i’m paying for a cable
told that b-tch this a mob ain’t no motherf-ckin’ label
tryin’ put a hundred grand in the middle of my palm
i do it for my n-ggas who can’t even get a p-wn
big dope dealer with a death sentence
ain’t snitch, kept it real that’s real n-gga
side b-tches still trippin’ tryin’ k!ll you winner
got 99 problems, p-ssy ain’t issue
and i’m strapped; what’s a p-ssy n-gga would tryin’ play
i’m from the jungle nothin but k!llers and wolves where i stay
still a type that tell that i’m cool with a ‘cain
b-tch i’m good in the hood and i’m good at the bank

[hook: rich homie quan]
from original version by yg

- rick ross lyrics

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