Rick Ross Mafia Music текст песни, слова песни Mafia Music Rick Ross
Rick Ross - Mafia Music
Look up at da stars she like honey where the roof?
Pull up hear the dogs canaries dey goin roof
Even once had a job porn tub on her roof
Dat boy had it hard no forsaw it's da truth
So now wen I manaj and get massaged it's da proof
Proofs in dat pudding & dat bakin sodas takin...
Paper dat I'm makin got her taken photos naked
Listenin to niggas like whistlin dat wendie williams
I flip my middle finga I'm chillen on 20 million
Da rumors turn me on I'm masterbatin at the top
These hoes so excited dey catchin every drop
I'm dodgin the barcols like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on the makers
Martin had a dream Bob got high I still do both but somehow I got by
Preflo prayed mike vick payed bobby brown stray whitney lost weight
Kimbo slice on da pad wen I write
Dat mayweather money lookin funny in the light
But who really cares we just throw it in the air
Celebratin wealth pourin moet in her hair
Excuse me her weeve the bluest of weed
Trunk full of white car smell like blue cheese
Dat boy get salad beef bow movements
BM dubs on dem big thangs lookin foolish
Shawty sittin low big thangs poppin
Tip on da glock from a crip up in compton shootin at da cops
Fuck 1 time I gave her 2 da block
I fucked 1 time we boys in da hood and nigga u lil trey
Suppress ya appetite we takin ya lil tray
Love my handgun but my choppa still da shit
Banned in 1994 but I'm 2 legit 2 quit
90 96 kilos was the shit but dat was batter den roofin dat shit be bad 4 ya skiiin
Niggas was rutheless and lord knows dat I've sinned but I thought about my future in the loops I could a pin
Walked out on da gig and I turned 2 da streets
Kept my name low key I ain't heard from in weeks
I came up with a strategy to come up mathematically
I did it 4 da city but now everybody madd at me
Mothafuk em all and sweat from my balls
If I drop anotha album I did dat 4 my dogs
10 maybachs everybody ridin big
I just sit back like look wat I did
Den I bow my head and beg 4 forgiveness
Once I said my prayer everybody back 2 business
Smokin on a blunt in my own restaurant ppl lookin from a distance think I'm big daddy cunk
Reincarnated spirit of a g beef will make ya dinner take a seat so we could eat
A farrakhan orra pause on the pork u eat from da bowl while ya dog need a fork
Niggas ain't loyal snakes slithered in dey coil I'm laughin at u cause I kill u niggas wen I'm bored
We steppin on ya crew until u mothafukkas crush need make da sweet love 2 every women dat ya lust
I love to pay her bills can't wait to pay her rent Curtis Jackson baby mama
I ain't askin for a cent
Burn the house down gotta buy another
Don't forget the gas can jealous stupid muthafuka
2 anotha chapter paper dat I captured caught up in da rapture of gunshots and laughter
Homicide is humor and nigga u lookin funny women love 2 stare cause dey kno dey c da money
I open up her mind by openenin bank accounts deposit a 100 stacks
Break up won't take it out baby dats a gift maybe u could live
I knew it wouldn't work but I just like 2 give used 2 run da street
Young niggas bare feet now I'm in da suites and eatin crab meats
Ice so bright otha rappers envy dey callin all my jeweler up askin wat he spendin
Thinkin bout BOSS not thinkin bout dem here's a letter 2 my enemies one I won't send
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