Rick Ross
Rick Ross - I love my bitches songtekst
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A month ago, I gave a chick a hundred stacks Straight to Neiman Marcus, young bitch had a heart attack Ohhh man, I love my bitches Bottles, Beamers, brand New Benz’s Barbies, ballerina’s and Britney’s Barbra Streisand edition Bentleys Bricks, big face hundreds in bundles Boy, I’m a boss, I rose from the jungles God forgives and these killers won’t In a room full of heathens, good niggas die alone Better start taking notes as I’m taking tokes The hood wanna see you die and they taking votes My vision always mentioned coke My women never sit in coach Ohh man, I love my bitches Tongue kissin’ a dark skinneded vixen 50, 60 racks, I might go blow a 100 though Jet owner, G5, where you wanna go? Fuck your ex’s baby, really, that’s your past? Load up your carry-on’s and all of this is cash Ohh man, I love my bitches Ohh man, I love my bitches Ohh man, I love my bitches East coast to West coast, all my bitches Ohh man, I love my bitches Ohh man, I love my bitches Ohh man, I love my bitches East coast to West coast, all my bitches Tryna’ bring you into my world, baby Just stand there, You the canvas, I’m a paint the picture You never met another nigga, you know, fuck it, take it Am I really just a narcissist 'Cause I wake up to a bowl of Lobster bisque? And I wake up on some mobbin’ shit With a great view and half my niggas swappin’ bricks It’s just a way of life For the king of diamonds, so I gotta stay the night 50 cash in the Louis for the chicken wings Started in a neighborhood and now we on to bigger things Large clique of my constituents Combination to the safe, straight to the Benjamins Living life to the fullest was the emphasis Making love to Mary J’s “Reminisce” Ohh man, I love my bitches Ohh man, I love my bitches Ohh man, I love my bitches East coast to West coast, all my bitches Ohh man, I love my bitches Ohh man, I love my bitches Ohh man, I love my bitches East coast to West coast, all my bitches It was all good just a week ago Paper tag on the Panamera, my speakers blow My bitch sittin’ cute, she left her panties home Suckin’ the dick of the don, I’m talking Miami’s own Money like (LeBron James), money like (Dwyane Wade) (Play it right) peelin’ two off the dealership in the same day (Say it right) paid like Mark Clayton, Mark Duper Soon as nigga’s start hatin’, start shootin’ Come along, money longer than Olajuwan’s Lotta one’s, all the bitches yeah the model one’s Tongue pierced, dick sucked, yeah the swallow ons 50 million, I’m the only one that got it done Ohh man, I love my bitches Ohh man, I love my bitches Ohh man, I love my bitches East coast to West coast, all my bitches Ohh man, I love my bitches Ohh man, I love my bitches Ohh man, I love my bitches East coast to West coast, all my bitches