The Pulitzer

Rick Ross

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    They can't believe that them niggas returned
    We the one that the bitches prefer
    In the club, we party until we get sweaty
    In her eyes, I can see that lil’ mama been ready
    Hold my dick, doin' biz with Liz Claiborne
    Politics, I been rich, so I can pay for it
    Doctor J in the bank, scorin' title in the paint
    Ray Kroc on my block, double cup my purple drank
    They watchin’ me close, even readin' my lips
    Bussin' the 45, then I'm pleadin' the fifth
    And I'm leavin' as if that's a meeting I missed
    Such a wonderful time, even blew ’em a kiss

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    Timbaland rich, two-fifty a beat
    You should see his new crib, even came with a street
    Still be touchin’ the white, talkin' that Bubba Sparxxx
    It got a double R on it if it’s one of ours
    Run along, boy, if you don't want a war
    I got a prize, motherfucker, it's the Pulitzer
    Woop, woop
    It's pharaoh dinero

    They say that the floor is facetious
    Fat boy just keep fillin’ the bleachers
    Went from sellin' yayo with the nosebleeds
    Young niggas only got rich with the wrong things
    I'm thankful for melodies that the song bring
    Rhymin' longer than prison sentences in New Orleans
    My nigga did a dub, now he at the fed
    Shit, it's hard to feel the love when you takin' meds
    Them Percocets, they heavy on the ledge
    Twenty million cash, yes, that's called success
    Thousand acres, my own metropolis
    And he still hustle with dominance
    Niggas fake and I can tell by the pics
    Instagram should take down your page for all those counterfeits
    Gettin' money, it's still Boobie gang
    No colors, no flags, just let the toolie bang

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    Composición: Timbaland y Ric Ross

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