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Rick Ross( リック・ロス )
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Pots & Pans
It's what I'm talkin' 'bout right here, Ross This make it worthwhile and we *** Triple C's
All I need is bakin' soda, some pots and pans Little ice, I do what I can Chick at home sayin' I'm no good *** that, I'm gettin' out the hood
All I need is bakin' soda, some pots and pans Little ice, I do what I can Chick at home sayin' I'm no good *** that, I'm gettin' out the hood
What started as a nickel rock Took 22 months, now I'm tryna get a block *** football, I'm goin' down another path Couldn't past the test, to tell the truth I couldn't *** with Math
Did get a scholarship 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 *** box of soda, Ross whip that Career criminal, fo' sho' Ross with that Had to pull my pants up, boy, get them brands up Daddy died from cancer, I never had the chance to
Tell him all my plans to let him *** a danca Smokin' *** in Amsterdam with his grandson Damn, why he passed on me? My last homie I went and bought a bird ***, I want some cash, homie
All I need is bakin' soda, some pots and pans Little ice, I do what I can Chick at home sayin' I'm no good *** that, I'm gettin' out the hood
All I need is bakin' soda, some pots and pans Little ice, I do what I can Chick at home sayin' I'm no good *** that, I'm gettin' out the hood
I never wrote a n*** coat tail Made her took a dope self, *** it, *** oh, wells Smokin' on that classified, rollin' in that 'Lac of mine You know my mind stay numb to the world half the time
Thinkin' 'bout Land Rover, damn that was f*** up Found him in the trunk with another dude f*** up The world f*** up, that's why I'm f*** up もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com Don't get f*** up, f*** with me, ya f*** up
B***, I'ma ride, b***, I'ma die When I holla 305, b***, that's on my life We got a 40 in the car, a choppa in the crib The grenades down the streets, you gotta get it how you live
I know n*** turn 1 into 2 And they do what they do and boy, them thangs move Fish scale get the big mail In the room full of work in case they came when they inhale
All I need is bakin' soda, some pots and pans Little ice, I do what I can Chick at home sayin' I'm no good *** that, I'm gettin' out the hood
All I need is bakin' soda, some pots and pans Little ice, I do what I can Chick at home sayin' I'm no good *** that, I'm gettin' out the hood
It's time for me to cash in laughin' Like Martin in the Aston Martin When I park it, I can see ya b*** heart beat So roll out the red carpet
Roll up the purple s***, black Navigator flew Gotta shut ya f*** mouth, don't irritate the smooth Thinkin' of a greater way to build a greater flow I hope she got some great ***, that's how I grade a ***
White Beamer in the hood shinin' like a star Flip this half a ***, go to the club and I'ma buy the bar Do it twice a week, f*** b*** on the other nights Promise E Class, we'll never miss another fight
Hundred in the bag, 5 birds, I'ma grab Turn 'em into 8, keep me a clean half Bakin' soda in the work works wonderful You see your dreams come true, this I promise you
All I need is bakin' soda, some pots and pans Little ice, I do what I can Chick at home sayin' I'm no good *** that, I'm gettin' out the hood
All I need is bakin' soda, some pots and pans Little ice, I do what I can Chick at home sayin' I'm no good *** that, I'm gettin' out the hood
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