Mafia Music

Rick Ross

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    I got a feelin nigga grillin and my $ be the root
    Look up at da stars she like honey where the roof?
    Pull up in a darkskin nerrys dey goin roof
    Even once had a job pourin top on her roof
    Dat boy had it hard no forsaw it's da truth
    So now wen I manaj and get massaged it's da proof
    Proofs in dat pudding & dat bakin sodas takin...
    Paper dat would make... take dem photos naked
    Listenin to niggas like whistlin dat wiggie williams
    I flip my middle finga I'm chillen on 20 million
    Da room has turned me on I'm masterbatin at da top
    These hoes so excited to dey cathin every drop
    I'm dodgin the barcols like pot holes in Jamaica
    We cut down the weedbury the paper on the makers
    Martin had a dream barn got high I still do both but somehow I got by

    Preflo payedmike vick payed bobby brown stray whitney lost weight
    Kimbo slice on da pad wen I write
    Dat may why the money lookin funny in the light
    But wouldn't really care if u just throw it in the air
    Celebratin wealth pourin moet in her hair
    Excuse me her weeve the blue is her weed
    Trunk full of white... smell like blue cheese
    Dat boy get salad beefbow movement
    BM dubs on dem big thangs lookin foolish
    Shawty sittin low big thangs poppin
    Tip on da glock from a crip up in comptonshootin at da cops
    Fuck 1 time I gave her 2 da block
    I fucked 1 time we boys in da hood and nigga u lil trey
    So press ya appetite we takin ya lil tray
    Love my handgun but my choppa still da shit
    Banned in 1994 but I'm 2 legit 2 quit
    99 to 6 kilos was the shit but dat be batter den roofin dat shit be bad 4 ya skiiin
    Niggas was rutheless and lord knows dat I've sinned but I thought about my future in the loops like a pin
    Walked out on da gig and I turned 2 da streets
    Kept my name low key I ain't heard from in weeks
    I came up with a strategy to come up mathematically
    I did it 4 da city but now everybody madd at me
    Mothafuk em all and sweat from my balls
    If I drop anotha album I did dat 4 my dogs
    10 maybox everybody ridin big
    I just sit back like look wat I did
    Den I bow my head and thank 4 forgiveness
    Once I said my prayer everybody back 2 business

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    Smokin on a blunt in my own restaurant ppl lookin from a distance think I'm big daddy cunk
    Reincarnated spirit of a g beef I'll make u dinner take a seat so we could eat
    Afaracon orra paws on the port u eat from da bowl while ya dog need a fork
    Niggas ain't loyal snakes slithered in dey coil I'm laughin at u cause I kill u niggas wen I'm bored

    We steppin on ya crew until u mothafukkas crush nd make da sweet love 2 every women dat ya lust
    I love to pay her bills can't wait to pay her rent Curtis Jackson baby mama
    I ain't askin for a cent
    Burn the house down gotta buy another
    Don't forget the gas can jealous stupid muthafuka
    2 anotha chapter paper dat I captured caught up in da rapture off of gunshots and laughter
    Homicide is zooming and nigga u lookin funny woman love 2 stare cause dey kno dey c da cash
    I open up my mind about openenin bank accounts deposit a 100 staks
    Break up now take it out baby dats a gift maybe u could live
    I knew it wouldn't work but I just like 2 give used 2 run da street
    Young niggas bad feet now I'm in da suites and eatin crab meats
    Ice so right otha rappers envydey callin all my jeweler up askin wat he spendin
    Thinkin bout BOSS not thinkin bout dem here's a letter 2 my enemies wen I won't sin

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    Composición: Lenny, Dj Nasty, Maurice Jammal Carpenter, Leigh Vincent Elliott y William Robertson

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