Rick Ross

[fox69]

"Burn"

"Burn"



Aye boy, where you at?
Nigga you a dead man if you stay right there my nigga
It's gonna be a heavy flick coming that way my nigga
Trust me my nigga
Them people coming and they coming with them drums nigga
Get the fuck outta there my nigga
Save yourself my nigga
This shit getting real tricky out here on these streets
I told you first my nigga
It's problems over there, get the fuck around now

If it ain't about dreams and nightmares nigga it ain't about nothing
October 30
Meek Millie what it do?
Philly what it do?
So God forgives, you on the road to platinum nigga

Sitting on some Cali weed, I think it's time to burn
Pull up in some shit, to put it in dro you gotta learn
Cocaine cowboys, you better wait your turn
Michael's on leon money, come and get it on the curve
These nigga wanna hate, that's why they get what they deserve
We only dealin what we have, livin and we learn
No more J's on the porch, days that we were poor
Amazed by mama boy, bumpin maze in the Porsche
Bulletproof vest suburban, they hatin you when you earn it
Bitches be rollin in it, they say I'm so photogenic
Every night is a feast, niggas be having beef
I teach me a young boy, call him my Chief Keef
Truders be with extort, go to war over Jordans
But you know I'm in these, kidnappin over them keys
But you know I'm in these, kidnappin over them keys

Niggas wanna try, what they gonna say?
I hit the pedal til that motherfucker break
Celebrate, freaky bitches loving money I make
And to live like this you motherfuckers gotta pay

So let that shit burn (burn!)
Let that shit burn (burn!)
I'm a let that shit burn
Let that shit burn (burn!)
The roof on fire, I'm only getting higher
50 racks all in my pocket, hold no bottles
I'm a let that shit burn
Let that shit burn (burn!)
I'm a let that shit burn
Let that shit burn (burn!)
The roof on fire, I'm only getting higher
50 racks all in my pocket, hold no bottles

Hammer on the dresser, work on the stove
I'm sitting on the counter blowing purp out my nose
Red bone naked, in the bed flexin'
I say bitch I ain't impressed you must of got the wrong impression
I ain't with the BS, I'm flyer than PF
Man, we living in hell like a deep breath
Real niggas with real money, real bitches with fake asses
If she don't wanna fuck I get on my skateboard and I skate passed her
Money on the table, guns on the table
Bitch I'm on that syrup tell that ho leggo my Eggo
And my girlfriend is a choppa, I finger fuck that ho
Hello I am Tunechi: you had me at hello
Drop top Maybach, clean like Ajax
Man I don't fuck with none of you niggas like rednecks
We got that work so come and get if we don't know you, you pay tax
I put a hole in your apple what that is apple jacks, uh
Pussy nigga I'll murder you then dance at your funeral
Blood I'll have a nigga drinking his own blood communion
Wake up like Bone Thugs I'll call your bluff pick the phone up
Her titties fake but they look real cubic: zirconia's
Run up in your house spare the kids and kill the grown ups
Your bitch call me when she hot: Krispy Kreme donuts
Shoutout to my new hoes, shoutout to my old hoes
I still wear that ass out like a wardrobe
Bitch, what they gonna say?
Still eating rappers on my fucking lunch break
Bad yellow bitch with a tongue like a snake
I let her suck my dick then I fuck her to some Drake

And then I let that kush burn let that kush burn
Yeah I let that kush burn
Smoking gasoline bitch
The booth on fire I'm in here getting higher
Young Money bitch we at the top like barbwire

Chained all VF, I ain't with the BF
Catch me in the city ridin hard through the BF
Skinny nigga but I do it large like a 3F
The last nigga try it...

 

[fox69]

"Burn"

"Burn"


[Intro:]
Get down! Get down!
Everyone, get down! Get down!
Get fucking down!

[Bridge:]
Buried alive, they let my dogs burn
Gave 'em twenty-five, they wanna see you burn
Take a nigga ride, just to let a nigga burn
Whether they roam or ride, they wanna see you burn

[Hook:]
Burn, burn, they wanna see you burn
Burn, burn, they wanna see you burn
Fifty rounds in my choppa, I'm bustin' till ya burn
Fifty kilos I'm flippin', that's money I can burn
Burn, burn, they wanna see you burn
Burn, burn, they wanna see you burn
Twenty grand get a kilo, your culture gotta burn
George Zimmerman, when I see you, you gotta burn

[Verse 1:]
I'm still flowin' like I'm Donald [?]
Best seller, crack dealer lyin' round the corner
Where you from with me that never matter nigga
Since she on my dick, I hope she bought a ladder with her
It's time to flip, I sell two-hundred mil
Sellin' kilos, robbin' niggas, got a Reebok deal
Major real-estate, them Wing Stops must be doin' nice
Trappin' lemon pepper, got me movin' two a night
Forty cars and I swear to God
Real nigga till the day I die, that's inshallah
These niggas prayin' on my downfall
Back it up, these niggas prayin' on my downfall
Half a chicken, bitch I'm ballin' up in K.O.D
It's pocket change when you get them hoes for ten a key
Catch me out in Vegas, tables I gamble with Puff
Me and homies split whatever like Gamble and Huff

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Murder one, now tell me what you know about it
My niggas share that knowledge, show me how to go about it
I'm still flossin' like I'm Meechie nigga
Blowin' money fast, cause I'm still eatin', nigga
And I bought that chopper for you geechie niggas
I got a couple dollars, so that make it easy nigga
Ruthless records so I must be Eazy, nigga
She another case, I wanna touch and tease her, nigga
I'm bringin' dough in like I'm Lyor Cohen
A nigga scorin' like I'm Michael Jordan
And I'm still stuntin' like I'm Birdman
Bought a million dollar watch just like Birdman
Went from sellin' dope so now I'm into art
Hangin' on a nigga wall, I see a brainwash
Fuck a Rolls Royce, I went and bought a Basquiat
Andy Warhols all throughout my mamma house

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
Burn, burn, they wanna see me burn
Sticky stick on Nintendo, these niggas finna learn
But it's comin' to hit you, make you shit in your stomach
All these niggas makin' flights when all I make is commas
Hottest nigga in the game, I put that on my momma
My girl be snortin' that white, I call her Madonna
I'm in the Jewish mob, my mentor was [?]
If you think I'm soft, then Jeter gon' pop you
He trynna see a mil, ain't thinkin' no lobster
You want a record deal, come deal with a mobster
You better know whose toes you steppin' on
Push your button, I can turn this bitch to Lebanon

[Hook]

[Outro:]
George Zimmerman, when I see you, you gotta burn
Tell your brother and momma, they gotta burn

 

[fox69]

"Cigar Music"

"Cigar Music"


Uhh
Uhh
I'm so compassionate with my compositions
Check it

[Verse 1:]
Fascinated with foreign felines
Since I was knee high
This cigar got me buzzin like a beehive
Fuck my old chick I'm ridin with my new thing
In her blue jeans, panties like shoestrings
Most wanted, I'm Bid Laden on a beat nigga
Rubberband jeans saggin on my feet nigga
100 grand for the wagon and her feet nigga
Black flaggin just braggin I'm a street nigga
On the grind little rappers wanna eat with us
Tryin to shine like birdman man teeth glitters
VMA find time just to creep with her
So coincidental walkin down the street with her
My loose cheese scooped up the Gucci
In 2 weeks I flew thru the boutiques
She get her time livin when I let her go and shop
Cruisin in the car click the cuban at the top
Niggas know that my techs explode
Down to go toe to toe before tecmo bowl
Biggest boss in the game, chedder I never mind that
Cause if it matter c murder would go diamond
I reflect as I'm ridin in a Rolls Royce,
Get respect because I give these hoes no choice

[Chorus:]
Because I
Because I do it
So if you never seen a boss nigga,
Then look at me
Because I do it
And they never seen a boss nigga
But now they see
Because I do it
And I do it
I-I-I-I-I
And I do it
Yeah so now you see what it means
To be a boss cause I do it

[Verse 2:]
I'm the down-south Nas
Click so fur
Ridin with a fox as the cigar burn
Niggas sell weed, niggas sell coke
If I was sellin dope baby id be sellin both
But I'm sellin records everything I touch gold
Better yet check the record 3 million sold
2 hand guns on the writers for the shows
On the road to the riches when I'm ridin on vogues
I elaborate on things I only been bout
Besides, we decides whos the in crowd
If it's ne-yo and niggas who speakin creo
But I got the prove we just keep movin kilos
See the Altima it's call it terminator
The exact watch only war on terminator
I let her ride me like a elevator
Clip another cuban as I wait to celebrate her

[Chorus]

Fascinated with foreign felines
That's my design
As I recline cut em like key lime
We both came now it's right back to the tea time
I wanna soda with no vogo and no cheap wine
She told me betterer than man broke
Walkin on the clouds in my second hand smoke
I touched her with the seconds hand stroke
Got her mind racin quicker than a Lambo
2 seater it could'ntfit tacara
But I promise baby I'll be back tomorrow
In a big beamer bumpin Bob Marley
Listen closely and hit a woman softly

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Clique"
(feat. Gunplay & Rockie Fresh)

"Clique"
(feat. Gunplay & Rockie Fresh)



How this niggas in the game
MMG, tour stars in a few weeks
If you fucking with it, fuck with me
Ha ha

[Rick Ross:]
Watch me cost above, chain cost me a drop
Double MB to clique my croup morting your bust
Think it's solved to sward, but nigga just double up
See me jumpin on stage, more chains to marty bro
Bitches been going wild hear the sound cliche
Give me two bitches we could do this three ways
Four miss calls on my iPhone five
Bitch sixteen talk got me fighting for my life
Telephone last ringing, calling Angy my tennis
Think I've just seen the boss, see dating to Puertorican
All go jewels in this snow white mick
Kanye shoes sorry no ID, John letting your float the magnificent me
Roll hard give me mollie coffee by the key,
Got the wee roll twist hard a few weeks
She said fuck me, must wanna fuck me

Man we be the clique, man I'm self the shit
Boy just on my down, man I take the bitch
Yeah we at the game and we sip front roll
Every time you see me I'll be on the front roll
Dick you relate new benz go piss,
Benz outside ain't' even gotta speak,
New to relink with the all go piss,
Benz outside I ain't even gotta speak, uh

As I look around and I do it like my clique (Maybach Music)
You know this bad bitches they wonder, they wonder, they want,

[Gunplay:]
Yeah I'm talking gun play, yeah I'm walking too
Yeah that nigga ready, yeah that... true
Yeah I'm really bad yeah I owe anybody
Pointed now my lighter join and take his face in and out it
Yeah I spill my course on your michael course hore,
Yeah so the fuck what I could buy you more
Yeah in front of hood, yeah I'm from the floor
Hoes in the roof, hardly had a door
Kitchen on door, pitchin on purp
Free different digies all lit up like a fur
Think up where your fee, see the white fright hair
So matter ain't think everything pair

Man the clique,
As I look around and I do it like my clique (Maybach Music)
And all this bad bitches man they wonder
They wonder, they wonder, they wonder
Yeah yeah yeah

[Rockie Fresh:]
Now extra double M dream team doing something special
Bout to kill the shit so get the casket in the shepall
And no Olympic seven... rings in the medal
When I'm now from trill bill so I tell em get upon my level
I'm always going higher, I'm still on fire,
Do a lot of thing but it's only too inspire
Remember just to get goldy told they wanna speak
Shawty I'll be tryin to freak, they think I know I lay in me
I got a bad white bitch I know they spend cake on
Just whole flash she never fall off like great shine
Even if she do forever I'm shit
So miss dope I'm a get wheel and jet
I ain't fucking with my clique

Clique, clique, clique, clique
As I look around and I do it like my clique
Clique, clique, clique, clique
(Maybach Music)
And all this bad bitches man they wonder
They wonder they wonder
Stick em up, stick em up

I'm talking yet, yeah I'm talking R, I'm talking B
Nigga I'm talking me, yeah I'm talking bossy
I ain't talking Kalisa,
Your money too short, you can't be talking to me
Yeah I'm talking Lebran we're balling our family tree
The music drug dealing cousin ain't' nothing fucking but we
Me turn that city to the 125 125 to a 2 50
2 50 to a half of men ain't nothing nobody could do with me
Now who with me, vamonos, call me home boy have faith
Translation I'm the shit, least that's what my next say
His stacks with my track say, lost my homie for decade
Nigga down for like twelve years, they ain't huggin son,
Second grade, ah
He never told who we gonna tell
We top of the total poe, it's the dream team,
Miss the supreme team, and all my eyes screaming on me
Means one thing you ain't fuckin with the clique

Clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain't nobody fresher than my mother fucking
Clique, clique, clique, clique
As I look around and I do it like my clique
Clique, clique, clique, clique
And all this bad bitches man they wonder
They wonder, they wonder

Break, break as the Louie, 8 records of Gucci,
My girl a superstar all from my whole movie
Bown to our rival to our American Idols
We niggas damn past, got them hangin off the ifle
Yeah I'm talking business, we talking CIA
I'm talking John's tenin I've seen em the other day
He ask me about my Maybach think he had the same
And sip Montana and he's might have been raining
You know white people get money don't spin
Or maybe they get money by business
I'd rather buy 80 gold chains and go ignite
I know spike lead gonna kill me but let me finish
Let man on the pigment, we live with no limits
And go master piece, at least it was just a fragment
About imagination empty be criss, now I'm looking at the crib,
Right next what Tissy leave
That's Tom Cruise, whatever she accuse,
He weren't really drunk he decided free bruise,
Past of refreshment so cool cool barish
Everything I do needs a new cruise presence
See both swerve homie bout you full of wave
On way to black to burn from some rave
So I just meditated the home and palm pay
About how I could build a new rome and one day
Every time my man Vegas and screaming like he's Elvis
But I just wanna design hotels and nail it
Shit is real got me feeling is rreal
You know just like Bar Rafaila, Gisele no that's Brazilian
With-rough, deep depression when my mama pass
Suicide what kind of talk is that,
But I've been talking to God and so long if you look in my life
I guess he talking back, fucking with my clique, clique, clique

Ain't nobody fresher than ym mother fucking clique
'Cause I look around and I'm doing like my clique, clique
And all this bad bitches man they wonder
They wonder, they wonder
Go!
Maybach Music

 

[fox69]

"Coke Like The 80's"

"Coke Like The 80's"


[Sample:]
Okay last time, this is drugs
This is your brain on drugs
Any questions?

[Intro:]
Welcome home George Jung (RIP McBride)
The real Boston George
It's that Dade Country yayo shit
Double MOB
I'm finny take these pussy niggas down
Beat Billionaire

[Hook:]
I got coke like the 80's
I got coke like the 80's, in my all white Mercedes
I got coke like the 80's
I got coke like the 80's, I got coke like the 80's
I got coke like the 80's, I got coke like the 80's
I got coke like the 80's, I got coke like the 80's
I got coke like the 80's
I got coke like the 80's, in my coke white Mercedes

[Verse 1:]
All white, nigga, Big Ike, nigga
Keep shooters with me, you'll call your gravesite nigga
15th Ave, miracle nigga
Get these conch fritters fried, come and get a few nigga
John Doe nigga, you know that convo
Get you that weed and white, want you a combo nigga
Checkmate with the sticks, identify by your kicks
Welcome home to Skinner, already bought him a brick
Boobie Gang was the clique, forever changed the game
Bunky Brown was a legend, Wayne Parker the mane (Vonda)
Carol City success, 183rd still a rout
We live in the jungle, fishtanks in the house

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Bo dealin' nigga, oh really nigga?
Bunche Park hot, it's a block full of killas
Lil' Trav, nigga
Execution upcomin', 'bout that lil' tab nigga
River City, they slide, aka homicide
Rest in peace to the Goonies, one day we'll be eye to eye
It is what it is, I left the vest at the crib
Extended the clip, I'm a give 'em the biz
Catch you jackin' your dick, now you fucked in the game
Leave you flat on your back, where you lay was a stain
A mil' in the hole is every real nigga goal
And this uncut like Ochoa, they want your crumbs off the floor

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
My new bitch, she a waitress, strip club is a trap
Stick my dick in her pussy when she come sit on my lap
Get that paper, my plug, he sent that pack from Bahamas
It's uncut like the 80's, 17 still my number
Candy paint on my donk, Jesus piece on my charm
[?], she just wanted a bump
Her man wanted a line, so I sold 'em a verse
Sold a quarter for 9, and I sold 'em the vert
Can't be takin' them trips, for that flea market whip
Peep this Rollie fugazy, I'm sellin' game to a pimp
Line up all of my bitches, head crack 'em and check 'em
Even if she barefooted, I bet the streets gon' respect her

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Cross That Line"
(feat. Akon)

"Cross That Line"
(feat. Akon)



[Akon's talking:]
Convict [echo]
Up Front
Yeah..
Convikt Muzik

[Rick Ross' talking (Akon):]
Ross.. (oh)
Triple C's

[Chorus (Akon):]
If you ever cross that line
I guarantee you there'll be nothing to save you
I got a whole bunch of gorillas ready to pull the trigger
And we all for that paper
Comin' from a life of crime
Tryna be on my best behavior
You see my rep's gettin' bigger but still that same nigga bustin' shots at them haters
But only if you cross that line
(Hold up, hold up)

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I was birthed in the crackhouse
But what made it worse every first is a packed house
Little brother knowin' life illegal
No toys just playin' with pipes and needles
I'm gonna' find knights and regals
$5000 on the paint just so life will see you
Green cards for the free lunch
Now his green cards scream larger than seats crush
Big guns for the other side
Nigga try me I'm gonna teach his momma homicide
I wanna see his momma eyes
I done cried 20 years now I'm runnin' dry

[Chorus (Akon)]

Don't cross that line
Hopin' that you don't cross that line
Don't cross that line,
Baby don't cross that line

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
When I'm low on funds, I'm gonna load up guns
Slap you in the head I'm gonna open one
African in bed, she just hope I'm done
See the voodoo priest then the coke gonna come
Open up a drum, I'm eatin' Oprah crumbs
Got poor credit, got whore debit
Walk in the 40-40 I'ma score, bet it
Four tennis chains hoe, I'm progetic
But the 4 pellets will get you prosthetics
If you don't get it, just don't let it
A life setence is a life sentence
All my homies got 'em, they just like business

[Chorus (Akon)]

Don't cross that line
Hopin' that you don't cross that line
Don't cross that line,
Baby don't cross that line

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Don't push me nigga, I ain't pussy nigga
You "would be" killers, that is "could be" nigga
The last minute of your last breath
I'm the last image right before your last step
Shot a, Block papa, my block gotta
Cross the line - pay the fine (Ross) Cop dollars
The motto - you're age, creed, or color nigga
Can't cut it stay choppin' through the butter nigga
Critics wonder will I last long?
Even though I showed my ass on my last song
I gets my mash on (Ross), no mask on (Ross), Cross Ross baby it'll be a sad song

[Chorus (Akon)]

Don't cross that line
Hopin' that you don't cross that line
Don't cross that line,
Baby don't cross that line

[Music Fades]

 

[fox69]

"Cry"

"Cry"



Lord forgive me for my sins,
But may I strike down an get vengeance,
Murder my homeboy, Why you doin like that,
Niggas getting churched up, Time for the get back,
Found him last night, four shots in his back,
no leads to the case, Triple C's will handle that, Just bought a new swo?
In the streets im sworn,
Its time for the murder ride, all on board,
Give me them sticks, s-k, s-k's, m-11's

When tha hammer fall,
Dats for the trigger pull,
Another maggot falls,
Split down in beu ?
What do witness's witness?,
Plus we handle my biznesss,
Another clip of snitches,
While they looking at bitches,
Feel like im brainwashed,
To finally ?
Caught 8 bodys in four weeks im on fire,
Cuz I want you to cry,
Im killin your gleam,
Im sending your team,
They killin for me,

Just like saddom Hussein,
Just offered your head,
Its on my camera phone,
You cant picture me dead,
Am I christian or muslim,
Or just addicted to husslin,
My daddy don't love me,
Mama fightin an fussin,
Now im choppin the rocks,
Niggas pockets on sow ell,
Man im pimpin them hoes,
Givin the new pistols to hoes,
Graduated from ?
Rappin for waves of people,

Ya I want you to cry , ya look at me cookin that ether,
Rollin down your block, 3 deep , got my pistol in my lap,
See me underneath the sink,
I aint come to die, I aint come to talk , boy I came to see you cry,
Let me see you off,
Now cry, cry, cry, cry,cry, nigga cry, cry, cry,

So we back in the game,
Back on the dock,
Port of miami, blood hound for the rock
Im getting that money,
Niggas trackin to kill us,
Get on my own killas,
Get my own niggas to killem,
Im spending new money,
So don't bother my bitch,
Im getting jewel money,
You niggas aint nigga rich,

Im in the yacht,
See me im talkin fifty feet,
don't talk cars, bitch I got fifty fleets,
Im in the han ron?
Witnesses takin the fire,
Aint no snitchin my brother,
Its called you takin the dive,
They shootin at me, so im shootin at them,
Im shootin the locus, im shootin to win,

The winner is me, I want you to cry, I want you to scream , just want you to die,
I want you to fly, I need a prayer, when im satisfied, just to live another day,

Rollin down your block, 3 deep , got my pistol in my lap,
See me underneath the sink,
I aint come to die, I aint come to talk , boy I came to see you cry,
Let me see you off,
Now cry, cry, cry, cry,cry, nigga cry, cry, cry,

Im mentioned for killin,
Got your name on my list,
Ya im bumpin your crib, im fuckin your bitch,
I put her to sleep, then I think of myself,
Call in evil things that I can do in my wealth,
Is that a bitch, im getting work, I never spare a bitch,
You getting murdered, in bloody gloves, with bloody shirt,
Tiger in my eyes, bitch you know who done the dirt,

When I left I had a whole hundred in the magizine,
Now there none in the magizine,
It was a guy so he died at least a hundred time,
Looked him in his eyes right before I made him cry

 

[fox69]

"Devil In A New Dress"

"Devil In A New Dress"



Lookin’ at my bitch I bet she give your ass a bone
Lookin’ at my wrist it’ll turn your ass to stone
Stretch limousine sippin’ Rose all along
Double-headed monster with a mind of his own
Cherry red chariot excess is just my character
All black tux nigga the shoes lavender
I never needed acceptance from all you outsiders
Had cyphers with Yeezy before his mouth wired
Before his jaw shattered climbin’ up the Lord’s ladder
We still speedin’ runnin’ signs like they don’t matter
Uh hater talkin’ never made me mad
Never that when I’m in my favorite papertag
Therefore G4s at the Clearport
When it come to tools fool I’m a Pep Boy
When it came to dope I was quick to export
Never tired of ballin’ so it’s on to the next sport
New Mercedes sedan they’ll export
So many cars DMV though it was mail fraud
Different traps I was gettin’ mail from
Polk County Jacksonville rep Melbourne
Whole clique’s appetite had tapeworms
Spinnin’ Teddy Pendergrass vinyl as my jay burns
I shed a tear before the nights over
God bless the man I put this ice over
Gettin’ 2Pac money twice over
Still a real nigga red Coogi sweater dice roller
I’m makin’ love to the angel of death
Catchin’ feelings never stumble retracin’ my steps

 

[fox69]

"Diced Pineapples"
(feat. Wale & Drake)

"Diced Pineapples"
(feat. Wale & Drake)



[Intro: Wale]
Diced pineapple,
Tonight you shall reach a height that the sky won't catch you
The highest form of my admiration
And I ain't no connoisseur but I'm kinda sure you will admire my taste
But before the sun graze ya
I'm tryin' to see how deep you are
And believe me shorty I ain't talking about no intimate conversation
I wanna see if I can make you reach things unobtainable
When I peek into your nature
And I promise you my goals will exceed any physical pleasure
I wanna, give you what's better than better
The better my effort, the wetter her treasure
The more these mere moments seem like heavens or temporary forevers
Shorty get it together
Diced pineapple
May your love come down so my mind might have you
You designed my imagination
Let me redefine foreplay so you need five and
Tell me shorty you got it baby
If it's not it baby, hope it's progress baby
Let it all drip baby
If you stop that shaking, no more talking baby, no more talking baby

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Shorty so fine, pussy so fresh
Diced pineapples that my baby tastes the best
I nearly lost my mind, guess it was a test
Swept her off her feet and went and bought her ass a Lex
Paid it off cash so I never wrote a check
Leave my cars at her crib I'm just stuntin' on her ex
Pussy's excellent and I know it sound a mess
I love to make her toes curl as I'm lickin' on her flesh uh
Sex all night couple shots of Ciroc
Crib on the water got LeBron up the block
Money ain't a thing, baby welcome to the Mark
Diced pineapples talking diamonds by the jar
Bitch so bad got me wishing I could sing her
Uniform Isabel Marant when you on the team
Double MG them other niggas fell off,
Baby girl I just wanna see you well off

[Hook: Drake]
Call me crazy shit at least you're calling
Feels better when you let it out don't it girl
Know it's easy to get caught up in the moment
When you say it cause you mad then you take it all back
Then we fuck all night til things get right
Then we fuck all night til things get right

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Shorty so fine, pussy so fresh
Diced pineapples I just bought my girl a set
I know my lifestyle wild, I do it for the set
She know how to make me smile and she do it with the sex
Pop bottles, make love, thug passion, red bottoms, Moncler, high fashion
Belt buckles, door handles, gold plated, Balmain rich denim, out Vegas
French Riviera baby girl lets take a trip
I'ma trip go to Cannes France to catch a flick
Baby listen, this position is a blessing and with your permission
Hopefully you'll learn a lesson
I'm so fly that I shouldn't even walk.
She so fine she ain't even gotta talk
Diced pineapples talking diamonds by the jar
She never wrote a song but I know that she's a star

[Hook: Drake]
Call me crazy shit at least you're calling
Feels better when you let it out don't it girl
Know it's easy to get caught up in the moment
When you say it cause you mad then you take it all back
Then we fuck all night til things get right
Then we fuck all night til things get right

[Verse 3: Wale]
Something about her probably can't live without her
Roll up some sour, let me kiss on a fountain
Mission accomplished, you increasing your heart rate
And I won't ever rest 'til we meet at the peak of your mountain
Eager to show you, thinking that I should know you
And you eager to work perfect, I can employ you
Designer shit spoil you, rub you down with the oil
To get on a higher tree, gonna have to climb a sequoia
Hol' up, showing off some Agent provocateur
Rushing you out your draws, though patiently get you off
Hate when they get too anxious though, hate when they be too dull
Like to get too deep but I hate to get too deeply involved
How sweet is you, let me see some proof
Fuck making pussy talk, I like to make it sing a tune
All we need is we, we don't need no room
Right now I'm trying eat, and we don't need a spoon

[Hook: Drake]
Call me crazy shit at least you're calling
Feels better when you let it out don't it girl
Know it's easy to get caught up in the moment
When you say it cause you mad then you take it all back
Then we fuck all night til things get right
Then we fuck all night til things get right

 

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"DJ Khaled Interlude"
(feat. DJ Khaled)

"DJ Khaled Interlude"
(feat. DJ Khaled)



Trilla
I hope your all enjoying yourselfs
This is the DJ Khaled throwing down to aka the big dog pitbull terrasquadian aka we da best aka dade county 305 the movement
We are here forever
We survive through
Every storm any weather any road block any fuck nigga
We here forever and we ain't never gonna stop Rick Ross is the defination of the projects
Ricky Ross is the defination of the ghetto
Rick Ross is the defination of the slums
Rick Ross is the Streets you see
Rick Ross is like the poor People President he represents the struggle he's the level of the hustle
I am DJ Khaled and I'm gonna stand beside Rick Ross for the of my life
through the good times through the bad times see we will never be stopped
Never cause we the muthafucking best
Eh yo E class man hold this man my machine broke from countin to much Cash Belive that haha