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All Birds

アーティスト:Rick Ross 

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Walk with a real nigga Self-made millionaire What more could you ask for, huh? I'm a kamikaze in a Maserati I'm a John Gotti, got my own army Worth fifty million and it's all on me Fifty on my Rollie knowing yours phony Last problem I had, a nigga head-shot him Say the word on the street is that my man got him If I wasn't involved you wouldn't hear about him I got Lears and all, don't need Aaliyah problems May she rest her soul, I got a sleeping problem All my CDs gold but the Visa darker Bastard child but I got a fleet of cars Double-M G this little thing of ours Take it to the door, motherfucker, plea Niggas layin' on your crib while your momma sleep Home-cooked meals for the real niggas Hot Tec 9 for you little niggas Want to shoplift? Come and boost this We run the fucking game, nigga, truth is Cargo pants and my red bottoms Talking 'bout birds you know the boy got 'em No clothes in the closet, it's all birds No sneakers in the sneaker box, it's all birds No luggage in the trunk, man,


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