Rick Ross
Rick Ross - Idols Become Rivals songtekst
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Yo this Chris Rock. I'm in here with my man Ricky Rozay We in here drinkin' this Belaire Rose. That's how we do it That's all we do. Belaire Rose! Eatin' Wingstop, what you know about Wingstop, nigga? You don't know nothin' about no Wingstop You can't handle this, nigga. You can't handle, sit down in the corner, shut the f**k up and take notes, bitch Just take notes I used to see niggas on TV, man I used to be like, "Yo them niggas so blessed, you know what I'm sayin'?" If I had that opportunity, you know what I'm sayin'? Maybach Music Black Metaphor I grew up on that Cash Money Bling bling, was well known to flash money Hit the liquor store, after my Vic authority Quick to switch a bitch up, pick up me a thicker shorty Pistol on me, nigga, ain't no pickin' on me We veterans so it's better if you go get your army A thug holiday is where your body lay Me and Trick Daddy come from a common place So us gettin' money, that's just a conversation It's so hard stayin' rich and miss the confrontations Cigars in the oval office, Ronald Reagan Heard Barack Obama whisper asalaam alaikum Live for the moment, die for the streets Bible on the dash, kilos on the seat I used to see you niggas on my TV screen And wondered what was life like, was it all a dream? And then I met you out on LiveNation dates Came to the realization that your watch was fake Damn... you nearly broke my heart I really thought you niggas really owned them cars