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アーティスト:Rick Ross 

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[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne] .44 bulldog, my motherfucking pet I point it at you and tell that motherfucker fetch I'm fucking her good, she got her legs on my neck I get pussy, mouth, and ass, call that bitch triple threat When I was in jail she let me call her collect But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to death Top down, it's upset Been fucking the world and nigga and I ain't cum yet You fuck with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet The guns are drawn and I ain't talking about a sketch I pay these niggas with a reality check Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best This game is a bitch I got my hand up her dress The money don't sleep, so Weezy can't rest And AK-47 is my fucking address, huh [Chorus - Rick Ross & Lil Wayne] I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car [Lil Wayne] Yeah Load up the choppers like it's December 31st Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts If I die today, remember me like John Lennon Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh [Verse 2 - Rick Ross] Big black nigga, and an icy watch Shoes on the coupe, bitch I got a Nike shop Count the profits you could bring them in a Nike box Grinding in my Jordans, kick them off they might high, swish! I'm swimming in the yellow bitch In the red 911 looking devilish Red beam make a bitch nigga sit down Thought he were bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time Drop Palmolive in a nigga dope Make it come back even harder than before Baby I'm the only one that paid your car notes Well connected, got killers off in Chicago [Chorus]


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