Paroles Mafia Music de 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

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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