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Pots And Pans

アーティスト:Rick Ross  アルバム:Port of Miami  作詞:BORGES JEAN MAX/J ROCK/ROBERTS WILLIAM/ROSS RICK  作曲:BORGES JEAN MAX/J ROCK/ROBERTS WILLIAM/ROSS RICK 

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(chorus:) All I need is bakin soda some pots and pans Little ice up what i can Chick at home sayin I'm no good F**k that I'm gettin out the hood (Verse 1:) What started as a nickel rock Took 22 months now I'm tryna get a block F**k football I'm goin down another path Couldn't past the test To tell the truht I couldn't f**k with math I did get a shcolarship but I blew that Got high, got a ticket and I flew back To the hell zone most straps stand 20 shell toes Get life on yo cell phone Quarter key box of soda Ross whip that Career criminal fa' sho' Ross with that Had to pull my pants up Boy get them brands up Daddy got some cancer I never had the chance to Tell him all my plans to let em' f**k a danca Smokin weed and AmsterDam with his grandson (Damn) Why he passed on me(on me) My last homie(homie) I went and bought a bird F**k I want some cash homie (chorus) (Verse 2:) I never wrote a nigga coat tail Made her took a dope sell F**k it nigga oh wells Smokin on that classified Rollin in that lac' of mine Know my mind stay numb to the world half the time Thinkin bout land rover damn near was f**ked up Found him in the trunk with another dude f**ked up


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