Rick Ross

Rick Ross - Blow songtekst

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[Chorus Rick Ross (Dre)] 

This outta jean, and the head full of dough (Yeah) 

Bottle on tha' rosé, pass me some mo' 

I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes 

Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow (Bloooowwww) 

Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow (Bloooowwww) 

Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow 



[Verse 1 Rick Ross] 

Way up in them Tailie Hills, burnin' like the sun set 

A nigga' wit' a attitude, take it outta' context 

Ride wit' that big thangs, lookin' like a parmtret 

Beer than beer Afghan in a palm best 

Ross, straight on the defro' 

Makavali's on the Maybach, kicks retro 

She wanna gaves at the sauce 

Pullin' up at the juice, gettin' sage for the jaw 

Rick Ross, I'm the best in the flesh 

Gettin' less than reject, it's a way to reflect 

Hard work, painties off, I'm a boss, you can tell 

By the balls in the pail, and the bottles that we shell 

I'm in a real, a state, in a real, a state of mine 

We came for trigga' plate, kill a nigga' for a dime 

I'm tryna' chill today, I got a million on my mind 

Dice in my hand, one roll, I blow ya' mind 



[Chorus Rick Ross (Dre)] 

This outta jean, and the head full of dough (Yeah) 

Bottle on tha' rosé, pass me some mo' 

I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes 

Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow (Bloooowwww) 

Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow (Bloooowwww) 

Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow 



[Verse 2 Rick Ross] 

Mo' trips, mo' whips, mo' money, I'm mo' rich 

Mo' hatas', mo' clips, mo' jewels, mo' chris 

Half a hundread grand, this a rubberband 

That's all vest, in my other hand 

On the other hand, I'm still pitchin' other Hen' 

All soft, balls off, bitch a stunna', man 

Mo' trucks, mo' bucks, mo' freaks, mo' butts 

I see the vision, for club vision, the prephet 

I get brain, I bust nuts, in each states 

Soon as I see what I'm lookin' for 

I sit up in that seat, they cut em' off on them 24's 

There it goes, baby gurl' come talk wit' tha' boss 

I pop a rose bottles, you can get ya' shoes off 



[Chorus Rick Ross (Dre)] 

This outta jean, and the head full of dough (Yeah) 

Bottle on tha' rosé, pass me some mo' 

I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes 

Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow (Bloooowwww) 

Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow (Bloooowwww) 

Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow 



[Verse 3 Rick Ross] 

Ever seen a fat boy in a big body 

Know you wanna sit bout' me, all you do is sick bobby 

Less a part, mess to get kicked daddy 

Next day, buy a condo to get kick outty 

We don't take it for the few, this is what I do 

Wait em' on the beach, all my diamonds off gonna' blue 

So let's party like the pack jam, Pacman 

Fifty grand, stack in my lap man 

Get a lap dance, and if you get my dick hard 

This ya' last chance, to up up on that big car 

Wit' tha' Fat Man, certified Hood Star 

But wit' a millionaire, look bitch you gone far 

This the movement, a few niggas' you wanna' move wit' 

Gucci on my feet, see I'm only in that new shit 

Ha, they say life's a bitch 

But close ya' eyes for a minute, and just bite this dick, it's Ross 



[Chorus Rick Ross (Dre)] 

This outta jean, and the head full of dough (Yeah) 

Bottle on tha' rosé, pass me some mo' 

I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes 

Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow (Bloooowwww) 

Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow (Bloooowwww) 

Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow 



[Chorus Rick Ross (Dre)] 

This outta jean, and the head full of dough (Yeah) 

Bottle on tha' rosé, pass me some mo' 

I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes 

Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow (Bloooowwww) 

Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow (Bloooowwww) 

Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow 



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