She On My Dick

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Who at the door? Put the money up
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I'ma been done kilt one of these 
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niggas 'round here, man
Who dat is? Uhhhhh

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
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I had to wet the donkey, get some 
pillow seats (huh)
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Pork n' bean projects is where the 
killers be (woo)
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Can't be talkin' all loud or niggas 
gettin' shot
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Homicide, died in the line of hip 
hop
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All my niggas out the scott snagged 
the quick slop (huh)
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Swear to God, I'ma die for this 
wristwatch
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Growin' up at risco, they called us 
piss poor
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Realest nigga in the city, let a 
bitch know (woo)
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Red bottoms, all white just to shoot
 dice (huh)
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Rick Brown leave ya, do it like I'm 
Big Mike (huh)
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Jabar home, goin' on his fifth Rolls
 Royce
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I drop the top and let him wave at 
the dope boys (woo)
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Fake golds, niggas front with these 
dracos (fuck 'em)
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Walk up on 'em with the forty and 
the case closed (woo)
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Double M the label with the most 
pesos (woo).
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I bought a condo and that bitch got 
eight floors (woo)

[Hook: Rick Ross]
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She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
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Richest nigga in the city so she on 
my dick (boss, woo)
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It make sense, she on my dick (woo)
C#m                       G#m
Makin' moves in the city so she on 
my dick
C#m                 F#m
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
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C#m                       G#m
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
C#m                 F#m
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
C#m                       G#m
I'm makin' moves, she on my dick

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
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I get a rush when I see these 
bitches watchin' me
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It's like a high when I see these 
bitches jockin' me
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She on my dick like she heard what 
I'm orderin'
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Drop top Mulsanne, it's just one of 
these
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She on my dick like she seen some' 
she shouldn't've seen
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Two hundred thou', one hundred's 
crammed in my Givenchy jeans
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And she just wanna make a scene, 
tryna join the team
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And I just wanna paint her face like
 it's Maybelline
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Bill Belichick, I just got another 
ring
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Bust another check and I just bought
 a new machine
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And like the Chargers I'm about to 
move the team
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You bought a Charger, well Gucci 
bought a Lamborghin'

[Hook: Rick Ross]
C#m                 F#m
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
C#m                       G#m
Richest nigga in the city so she on 
my dick (boss, woo)
C#m                 F#m
It make sense, she on my dick (woo)
C#m                       G#m
Makin' moves in the city so she on 
my dick
C#m                 F#m
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
C#m                       G#m
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
C#m                 F#m
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
C#m                       G#m
I'm makin' moves, she on my dick

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
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Baby girl, do your thing in your 
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Vera Wang (huh)
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Ever dealt with a nigga still 
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dealin' cocaine? (huh)
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Never made it to the game before 
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it's halftime (no)
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Ten stacks for the seats, so you 
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can have mine (haha)
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Never seated by a snitch, they give 
me bad vibes (woo)
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Pop a bottle every time you niggas
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 flatline (bang)
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Lot of bitches but I focus on my 
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Fab Five (uh)
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Made her count a half a ticket on 
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the cab ride (woo)
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Bitch hair nappy girl, you need 
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that rich shit (huh)
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It take real heart to wanna be a 
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rich bitch
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She was the youngest and her mama 
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had six kids
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Called her a dummy but she turned 
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into a rich bitch (haha)
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Run with a nigga with some money out
 in Memphis (I see)
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She was postin' pics of the gifts 
that he would gift her (I see)
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But the pussy goes to the richest 
nigga (I see)
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And guess what? Rozay is that nigga!

[Hook: Rick Ross]
C#m                 F#m
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
C#m                       G#m
Richest nigga in the city so she on 
my dick (boss, woo)
C#m                 F#m
It make sense, she on my dick (woo)
C#m                       G#m
Makin' moves in the city so she on 
my dick
C#m                 F#m
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
C#m                       G#m
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
C#m                 F#m
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
C#m                       G#m
I'm makin' moves, she on my dick