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rick ross - so sophisticated lyrics

so sophisticated
(feat. meek mill)

[intro: rick ross]
this sh-t is highly sophisticated i just make it look easy n-gg-
follow me

[rick ross – verse 1]
i’m so sophisticated
to get a verse from me, you gotta be initiated
to get a purse from me, she gotta be sophisticated
purchase a whip from me and never miss a single payment
i’m from the city where the muslims even christians hate it
even the black folk hate to see another n-gg- made it
tell all them p-ss-es to chill, champagne refrigerated
just bought a chopper ‘cause the last one, got it confiscated
counting a hundred mill so many times, i contemplated
you wanna be the hottest but that sh-t get complicated
i pull your card, i know you’re p-ssy by your conversation
show you the safe, you’ll have to kill me for that combination
made another two milli just off the compilation
i just hit a lick, i’m telling you this sh-t amazing
got a white b-tch, she f-cking me just like she jamaican
sippin’ purple and that m-th-f-cker concentrated
this for my n-gg-s in them prisons, overpopulated

[hook: rick ross]
this the mob so you gotta get initiated
if you a mob, then you gotta make an issue payment
we going hard, run it back just like it’s walter payton
the game’s sweet, gave all my n-gg-s an occupation (ugh)
we so sophisticated (ugh)
sh-t so sophisticated (woop)
hundred millionaires, guess you made it (ugh)

[rick ross – verse 2]
i’m so sophisticated
smoking weed, busting open dolla liquor later
i bust her open then i tell her i’ma lick her later
pull out the stick and spray that b-tch just like it’s activator
time to lay down these n-gg-s who still be masquerading
we know you p-ss-es, so you got my n-gg-s masturbating
round of applause ‘cause them choppers be so captivating
so sophisticated ‘cause them hits be calculated
put yo d-ck in the dirt, now you decapitated
i’m getting money so you’ll never hear me talking petty
tatted on my stomach, rich forever, makaveli
fifty million, hundred million, it’s acc-mulating
i’m the hottest and these other n-gg-s cooling, ain’t it
i got a b-tch i’m f-cking that you see on bet
my lil’ haiti shooters will have yo -ss on tmz
breaking news and we still get them for 10 a key
and if he faking, f-ck him, tell them n-gg-s “c’est la vie”

[hook]

[verse 3: meek mill]
sh-ttin’ on these haters, ball hard d-waders
ever since i got money, e’rybody need favors
that’s why i ain’t got no homies, and i ain’t got no neighbors
but i be on my grind like i ain’t got no paper
but i’m so rich and i got yo b-tch
all in my whip and she all on my d-ck
with a hand on my stick, tryna live in my crib
‘cause i handle my sh-t like a candle got lit
‘cause i burn sh-t down, yea i’m in my bag
and these n-gg-s so mad it’s my turn now
and i get that cash, my b-tch so bad, she know sophisticated
i’m balling hard, f-cking b-tches and ain’t got sh-t for haters
i hang my arm out the window now watch me get the paper
my neck so frosty, you frauding, yo sh-t refrigerator
boy you an imitator
you ain’t got no m’s in yo account, i never ask my amount
treat that bad b-tch like a bad check ‘cause i cash that and i bounce
i ain’t never had sh-t but i grab sh-t and i cashed out on that ounce
and i flipped that to a bird and bounced back like word

[hook]

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