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smg - rick ross - the martian lyrics

—- introduction / hook 1 —-

my diamond game swerve take a guess on what it cost
tailors on deck blowing racks ima boss
girls sipping rozay in the coupe i pop it off
i whisper in her ear aye girl i think i’m ross

—- verse – 1 – by the martian – smg —-

call me rozay sir guap ing*nius now stop
haters jock and clock, i tell em shut up b-tch watch
maserati i swap for them lambos no top
i got mansions with yachts, bentley’s with knock
i got 48 diamonds on my wrist, million dollar wips
five thousand kicks, 600 benz with a chick that’s mixed
your girl might slip i say past tense
i heard she stripped , i paid her rent
i think i’m ross without them bricks
i ball so hard they scream -ssist, ya n-gg-s hate like topic switch
lamborghini mercy, your, your chick she so thirsty david copperfield cop a island eddie murphy
i’m searching for the mills like a hobo name kirby
the martian don’t worry cause the money dont worry
diamond, diamond game swerve
like my chick is laura croft
i pop the bottles off for fans and cousin moss
yes he be a boss al pacino knock him off
chopper city h-lla raw so i guess he think he ross like

—- hook 2 – by: the martian – smg —-

my diamond game swerve take a guess on what it cost
tailors on deck blowing racks ima boss
girls sipping rozay in the coupe i pop it off
i whisper in her ear aye girl i think i’m ross
you think you ross – girl
i think i’m ross
you think you ross – girl
i think i’m ross
you think you ross – girl
i think i’m ross
you think you ross – girl
i think i’m ross
girls sipping rozay in the coupe i pop it off
i whisper in her ear aye girl i think i’m ross

—- verse – 2 – by shawn dough —-

smoke wiz khalfia , my b-tch go like super head
roast a n-gg- like dae dae, i’m mc love when im super bad
you use to true religion then rock the denim but lose the tag
sold out can’t cop my swag, uh, i’m g up but i’m not gon brag
high as h-ll, and i’m tryna smash fine as wine and i’m drunk as h-ll
i took a sip of her running well, fly sh-t so time just p-ss
smoke louder than dre beats, i’m tryna lay on a pile of cash
negro don’t play me, we roll up with that chopper fast
chef dough come chop your -ss, i’m so f-cking wavy
i’m so f-cking wavy, shawty on my d-ck like she tryna have my baby but b-tch i’m like scarface so f-ck you and pay me
sorry if that’s rude i’m on the grind for franklins
i always got flavors call me a banker
we back to the future delorean sp-ceship
this lean got me f-cked up what was i just saying

—- hook 3 – by: the martian – smg —-

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