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Bury Me A G (Feat. T.I.) – Rick Ross

Lirik lagu: Bury Me A G (Feat. T.I.)

[Intro: Rick Ross]
They told me it’s never too late for prayer
Well Lord! Pray for us niggas
Cause we ready to die for this shit

[Hook: Rick Ross]
If I die tonight I pray I get buried in clean drawers
Line us all up, just bury me with my dawgs
If I die tonight I pray I get buried in clean drawers
Line us all up, just bury me with my dawgs
Bury me with my dawgs, bury me with my dawgs
Line us all up, bury me with my dawgs
Bury me with my dawgs, bury me with my dawgs
Line us all up, bury me with my dawgs

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I look to my left, I look to my right
All I see is my blood, all I see is my life
If it go down tonight, my nigga look out for momma
Been robbing my whole life, I gotta look out for karma
Selling them white squares I swear I’m well prepared
Fifty in my chopper whoever could go to hell
Chopper still heat seeking, block getting hotter
When them niggas go to beefing, slide me til we got ’em

[Hook]

[Verse 2: T.I.]
Machine gun man, seen him on the news
Every gun I had was one the home invaders couldn’t use
Had a nigga catch me slipping, I refuse, not a chance
Listen dude, Tip can use any tool known to man
And don’t think that I can’t hit you just cause it ain’t in my hand
Got a sniper, drop your ass where you stand, understand?
Fifty cal with a scope and a chopper, boy you got to
Plan a way straight to the undertaker, know me for the doctor
Should I die, lay me next to my daughter Lelah and my partner
Rap your ass off somethin’ proper with that blacka, blacka, blacka
Did just what I gotta do, it’s me or you and boy I’m saying
Know that ATF listening, I’m just playing, I’m just playing

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The Devil Is a Lie (Feat. Jay-Z) – Rick Ross

Lirik lagu: The Devil Is a Lie (Feat. Jay-Z)

[Intro: Rick Ross]
Masterminds! We gon’ get this forever
You know whenever we link up, my nigga
They think this shit comes from outer space or something
Nigga, let’s get this money nigga
Masterminds: ROC, MMG! Jay, I got it, I got it

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Four stacks for the heels on my bitch feet
Car seats still smelling like 10 ki’s
Tell a plug that I’m lookin’ for increase
Wingstop, fat boy need a 10 piece
Say a nigga name and the car start
Nigga switching lane to lane like WalMart
Sippin Bordeaux out in Bordeaux
Hazard lights flashing on the four-door
Switch the Benzo for the Enzo
Back to the Benzo when the ends low
Switch my old bitch for my new bitch
Cause my new bitch something like a nympho
Fuck the game raw when I came in it
Getting money ever since I came in it
You couldn’t stop me if you tried
Motherfucker cause the devil is a lie

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Big guns and big whips
Rich nigga talkin’ big shit
Double cup, gold wrist
Double up on that blow, bitch
Two mil on that I-95
Bow your head cuz it’s time to pay tithes
Opposition want me dead or alive
Motherfucker but the devil is a lie
The devil is a lie, bitch I’m the truth
The devil is a lie, bitch I’m the proof
The devil is a lie, the devil is a lie
Bitch I’m alive, the devil is a lie

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Two kings on the big screen
Niggas seen a 36 at 16
100k for the 16
Nigga’s stick dirty but his dick clean
My money goin’ on the deep end
Talkin’ half a milli for the weekend
Contract like a nigga play defense
Curtains in the Maybach bitch peek in
Now the bitches wanna car hop
6 cribs for the cars in the car lot
Dope boys on the goal nigga
Went gold 6 times for a goal nigga
Black bottle and a bad bitch
Club all money where the cash is
Dubai I can do it like a sheikh
Top floor nigga Burj Khalifa

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[Hook: Rick Ross]

[Verse 3:]
Is it truth or it’s fiction, is it truth or it’s fiction
Is Hova atheist? I never fuck with True Religion
Am I down with the devil cuz my roof come up missin’
Is that Lucifer juice in that two cup he sippin’
That’s D’usse baby welcome to the dark side
Coulda got black list for the crack shit
White jesus in my crock pot
I mix the shit with some soda
Now black jesus turn water to wine
And all I had to do was turn the stove up
East Coast, winnin’ at life, nigga, cheat code
The hatin’ is flagrant, hit your free throws
The devil try to hit me with the RICO, them black people
Devil want these niggas hate they own kind
Gotta be illuminati if a nigga shine
Oh we can’t be a nigga if a nigga rich?
Oh we gotta be the devil that’s some nigga shit
You seen what I did to the stop and frisk
Brooklyn on the Barney’s like we own the bitch
Give the money to the hood, now we all win
Got that Barney’s floor lookin like a VIM
Black hoodie, black skully
Bravado like Mavado, boy I’m that gully
Gettin white money but I’m still black
All these niggas claiming king but I’m still that
King Hova, Mansa Musa
Told my lot, the devil is a lie, I’m the truth ya

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Hold on We’re Going Home (Remix) – Rick Ross

[Intro: Rick Ross]
Shorty I got more money than I ever had
But you’re the only thing I need right now
You make it all so simple
You my new thing

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I fuck her like an addict
She fuck me like she mad at me
But it’s all cool though
I flew out the niche just last week
When I’m away she send me pics in the sheets
[?] all my cars, and my sneaks
Wait, let me keep this shit simple
Fuck the radio, this just a nigga tempo
Fat boy, blue jeans, and a gold watch
Started at the bottom now she rolled on top
Black Testarossa, 0-60 on the strip, she’s explosive
Just got back from Dubai
Emirates live, flew in with 1.5
Never fold is the threshold
Like my mother sayin’, now never let go
Hood nigga with an escroe
Bad bitch, but she special
Went home, and I prayed for an angel
Appeared in the dark, here to take away the pain too
War wounds on the big dawg
But she get the ball like it’s tip off
Watch D-Wade, got two seats
Got her everything but the new Beats
Cardier wings, nigga, two seats
Nigga gettin’ money like a new Meech
We the Knights of the Templar
Dirty little nigga with ten cars
This whole click another Enron
Baby girl it’s time for you to get gone
There’s a shoulder just to lean on
Rozay baby, and the team strong

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Hustlin’ – Rick Ross

[Intro]
Hustle, hustlin’ hustlin’
Hustle, hustlin’ hustlin’
Hustle, hustlin’ hustlin’
Hustle, hustlin’ hustlin’
Hustle, hustlin’ hustlin’
Hustle, hustlin’ hustlin’
Hustle, hustlin’ hustlin’

Everyday I’m hustlin’
Everyday I’m hustlin’
Everyday I’m hustlin’
Everyday I’m hustlin’
Everyday I’m hustlin’
Everyday I’m, everyday I’m, everyday I’m hustlin’
Ev-ev-ev-everyday I’m hustlin’
Everyday I’m hustlin’
Ev-ev-ev-everyday I’m hustlin’
Ev-ev-everyday I’m, everyday I’m, everyday I’m hustlin’
Everyday I’m hustlin’ hustlin’ hustlin’ hust-hustlin’

[Verse 1]
Who the fuck you think you fuckin’ with, I’m the fuckin’ boss
Seven forty-five, white on white that’s fuckin’ Ross
I cut ’em wide, I cut ’em long, I cut ’em fat (What)
I keep ’em comin’ back (What), we keep ’em comin’ back
I’m in the distribution, I’m like Atlantic
I got them motherfuckers flyin’ ‘cross the Atlantic
I know Pablo, Noriega, the real Noriega
He owe me a hundred favors
I ain’t petty nigga, we buy the whole thang
See most of my niggas really still deal cocaine
My roof back, my money rides
I’m on the pedal, show you what I’m runnin’ like
When they snatch black I cry for a hundred nights
He got a hundred bodies, servin’ a hundred lives

[Hook]
Everyday I’m hustlin’
Ev-everyday I’m hustlin’
Everyday I’m hustlin’
Ev-everyday I’m hustlin’
Everyday I’m hustlin’
Everyday I’m hustlin’
Everyday I’m hustlin’
Everyday I’m, everyday I’m

[Verse 2]
We never steal cars, but we deal hard
Whip it real hard whip it whip it real hard
I caught a charge, I caught a charge
Whip it real hard, whip it whip it real hard
Ain’t bout no funny shit still bitches and business
I’m on my money shit still whippin’ them Benz
Major league who catchin’ because I’m pitchin’
Jose Canseco just snitchin’ because he’s finish
I feed ’em steroids to strengthen up all my chickens
They flyin’ over Pacific to be specific
Triple C’s you know it’s back we holdin’ sacks
So nigga go on rat, run and tell ’em that
Mo’ cars, mo’ hoes, mo’ clothes, mo blows

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[Hook]

[Verse 3]
It’s time to spend my thrills, custom spinnin’ wheels
I ain’t drove in a week them bitches spinnin’ still
Talk about me because these suckers scared to talk about me
Killers talkin’ bout me, it ain’t no talk about me
It ain’t no walkin’ ’round me, see all these killers ’round me
Lot of drug dealin’ ’round me goin’ down in Dade County
Don’t tote no twenty-twos, Magnum cost me twenty-two
Sat it on them twenty-twos, birds go for twenty-two
Lil’ mama super thick, she say she twenty-two
She seen them twenty-twos, we in room two twenty-two
I touch work like I’m convertible Burt
I got distribution so I’m convertin’ the work
In the M-I-A-YO them niggaz rich off that YAYO
Steady slangin’ YAYO, my Chevy bangin’ Yayo

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