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rick ross - quintessential lyrics

[verse 1: rick ross]
my paint wet, my b-tch bad
straight mastermind, yo’ rich -ss
my cup full, full of that pink sh-t
so shut your f-ckin’ mouth, f-ck all that weak sh-t
this double m-g sh-t, double m-g sh-t
she f-ck my whole squad, she double m-g b-tch
just got that g-wagon, i’m just so innovative
we came for the money bags, so f-ck your invitations
this calls for a celebration, bel-air celebration
60 hoes in the bas-m-nt, n-gg- covered all the bases
jabbar gave me a quarter, i sold it on the 1st
i took it to my mama, “here go get what you deserve”
mob ties, genovese
money trains, centerpiece
we started at the bottom, until i got a bird
i pull that p-ssy card, that was all ya heard
haan, haan, haan

[hook: snoop dogg & rick ross]
my whole life been based on that pimp sh-t
haan
no movie, just money, real pimp sh-t
haan
more cities, more b-tches, real slick sh-t
haan
my maybach it matches my outfit
that pimp sh-t

[verse 2: snoop dogg]
keeping my tool, this sh-t so cool
rule number one, ain’t no rule
swallow my lines, follow my grind
rich white b-tch with a bottle of wine
word to the wise, word to mine
bird a fly, certified, murder eye, dirty die
never had black but she heard of my
d-o-dub, i done it all, 20 years i bang a ball
’91 i had a lexus n-gg-
ate seafood for breakfast n-gg-
caught a few cases in texas n-gg-
do kushups ’til my chest get bigger
i press a n-gg- ’til i get it all
real sh-t b-tch i really do ball
i am the west to y’all
taught y’all how to invest in ball
best of all, took it on a chest for y’all
that’s why i get more than the rest of y’all
it’s bad enough i entertain
add it up, gang bang
gat ’em up, slang cane
bag it up, same thang

[hook]

[outro: snoop dogg & rick ross]
t-tty one, t-tty two
haan
see these are essentials, essentially speaking quintessentials
haan
i bang it all, i dust it all, i smoke with all my dawgs
i bang it all, i dust it all, i smoke with all my dawgs
my paint wet, my feet chrome
f-ck boys’ hate, but they sing along
the real n-gg-s admire
success makes you inspire
n-gg- came from the jets, i just hired a pilot
b-tches feeding me fruit

- rick ross lyrics

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