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rick ross - stack on my belt lyrics

self made n-gg-rs man
you already know
i remember when we used to watch the c-ke dry
now a n-gg-r crib got a boat dock
mng navy n-gg-r high tie sellers
dc air force g5s are better
you already know n-gg-r
all gold sky-dwellers fly n-gg-r sh-t
bel air sippin’ ciroc
p-ssing foreign car dipping
young black millionaires n-gg-r
we build the empires

i spend a stack on my belt
i swear you n-gg-rs are watching
i gave a stack to my b-tch
she the sh-t out the project
spend a stack on my belt
therefore you b-tches are stalking
a half a mill on the car
that’s for you n-gg-rs are talking
spend a stack on my belt
as if you think i was flogging
spend a stack on my belt
and you could still see my boxers
spend a stack on my belt
and how i blew your deposits
stack on the belt double m
this sh-t popping

spend a stack on my belt
got b-tches asking my name
spend a stack on the belt
she like f-ck how we came
double all in the front
y’all n-gg-rs stay in your lane
spend a stack on my belt
don’t even ask ’bout the change
spend a stack on the belt
cause i knew she a wife
spend a stack on the belt
cause my folies on time
spend a stack on the belt
i got your b-tch on my mind
the world is mine

spend a stack on my belt better
tell these rappers to chill
hold up that’s hermes more h and
i be more trap -ss for real
and i got mosquino yo
know that rip. flow here go
that type of freak show with three shows
that we don’t need no more help
that givenchy go for three
just me rose and the cliche
i make these b-tches suck on cs
you make them suck on there teeth
let’s get it!
ralph klauph meow
they bounce we hit ab
lib your b-tch her mouth
stack on the belt just know
that’s nothing to me
my soldiers real in the ville you wwe
of course we see’em punks faking
but we leave them slump shaking
don’t believe your cane stories
i should leave y’all undertaking
the stack on my belt 250 my ride
went from renting these motherf-ckers
to owning 4 with no miles
i pray my souls is intact p-ssion my rhyme
and when i hit that heat game
i’m this close to lebron
i’m gone!

i’m burning the back
i’m swerving maybach
i versace my belt
i done hermes my flag
got a stack round my waist
keep my b-tch on the leash
she going eat the head up on
this d-ck she goin’ feast
time f-ck with the pleats
my place is packed
red hoes in my stable
yeah my babies is bad
she spent a stack on my belt
now she calling me father’
giving mollies to models
i manage these strippers
giuseppe’s with zippers
playing with the whole slap
n-gg-rs started with n-gg-rs
rose gold on my wrist
rose gold on my shades
spend a stack on my belt
100 done on my face

spend a stack on my belt
so i could stunt when i shine
get the mac off the shelf
keep these p-ss-es in line
spend a stack on my belt 10 at the bar
blow a mill on a whip
serving n-gg-rs that raw
spend a stack on the belt
versace my kind
put 5 on his life put 5 in his mind
spend a stack on the belt
b-tch we the real n-gg-rs
plaques on the wall
born to kill n-gg-rs
yeah! yeah!
stack on that belt hoe!
stack on that belt hoe!
spend a stack on the belt hoe!
got a stack for the freak show
all i need is she open
ymcmb boy!

- rick ross lyrics

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