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rick ross - rich as gangsta lyrics

(intro)
y’all n-gg-s don’t know what the f-ck this is
if ya don’t know, i’m finna break it down

(verse)
i just upped my stock, f-ck them cops
if you love hip-hop bust them shots
your man priceless, if ya man’s loyal
betta give that man a raise your end up paying for it
if you cut it, call it jam master jay
no adidas but i rock a brick a day
talk about the jewels out a reach
please, so i came back with a bigger piece
you still smokin’ weed on your car chase
i’m pullin’ off the car lot screaming: “god’s great!”
before the crib you gotta clear the guard’s gate
elevators like frank’s on scarface
new presidential had that pave
like a g, i gave the cartier to wale
then i gave meek mill a range rover
told warner brothers that the game’s over

(talking)
for me to move forward from here on i need 50
i ain’t talking 50 cent neither n-gg-, haha

(verse)
i came back a rich n-gg-, yung mogul,
bo jackson, i’m a switch hitter
they want me face down on the pavement
gang members claimin’ i need to make a payment
it’s hard for a young black executive
can’t you see we’re all f-cking relatives?
relatively easy, we can go to war, f-ck it, we can go to war
chasing me a hundid million, that’s a shy lot
fresh up out the feds system, welcome home jabar
i watch ’em pray five times a day, n-gg-
same one that used to moved the yay’ n-gg-
ak’s in his hayday, n-gg-
benz coupe, wood frames, low fade, n-gg-
got the cubans, got the boats, got the zoes, n-gg-
cocaine worth much more than gold, n-gg-
so what’s your goals, n-gg-?
all my sh-t went gold, n-gg-!

(verse)
i remember smokin’ mid grade
till i went and got my sh-t straight
i’m spittin’ like this b-tch a mixtape
till they seen a ghost with a template
sittin’ in the trap blowing big smoke
trafficking my dope, with a thick ho
feds tore apart squad, n-gg-
that’s why i had to play the part, n-gg-
that wasn’t me, it was a job, n-gg-
it gets deeper, that was just a start, n-gg-
screamin’ in my sleep, i know lord hear me
death to you f-ckboys, on my 4th bentley

(outro)
gangsta, n-gg-
rich is gangsta, n-gg-!
this is gangsta, n-gg-!
yeah, rich is gangsta, n-gg-!
you know where we came from, look where we at!

- rick ross lyrics

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