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Mafia Music

アーティスト:Rick Ross  アルバム:Mafia Music  作詞:Unknown  作曲:CARPENTER MAURICE JAMMAL/ELLIOTT LEIGH VINCENT 

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I got a feeling nigga really that my money be the root Look up at the stars she like honey where the roof? Pull up hear the dogs canaries they goin roof Even once had a job pouring tar up on a roof That boy had it hard no facade its the truth So now when I Menage and get massaged its the proof Proofs in the pudding and that baking sodas taking Paper that I'm making got her taking photos naked Listening to niggas like whistling at Wendy Williams I flip my middle finger I'm chilling on 20 million The rumors turn me on I'm masturbating at the top These hoes so excited they catching every drop I'm dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both but somehow I got by Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write That Mayweather money looking funny in the light But who really cares we just throw it in the air Celebrating wealth pouring moet in her hair Excuse me her weave the blue is a weave Trunk full of white car smell like blue cheese That boy get salad beef bout movements BM dubs on them big things looking foolish Shawty sitting low big things popping Tip on the glock from a crip up in Compton shooting at the cops Fuck one time I gave her to the block I fucked 1 time we boys in the hood and nigga you lil trey Suppress ya appetite we taking ya lil' tray Love my handgun but my chopper still the shit Banned in 1994 but I'm to legit to quit 1996 kilos was the shit but that be better then roofing that shit be bad for ya skin Niggas was ruthless and lord knows that I've sinned But I thought about my future in the loops I could pin Walked out on a gig and I turned to the streets


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