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- Rick Ross Trap Luv 歌詞
- Rick Ross
- Im in a jungle
Lions tigers and gorillas and shit nigga
Its a lot of monkey ass niggas out here
Too lotta hustle nigga Rules laws strategy
10 million dollars later
Im a blessing nigga
How a nigga rich but still stressing nigga
Glock 40 Smith Wesson nigga
Streets will never ever stop testing niggas
Youngin give em a head shot
Send a message nigga part rapper
Part goon
Still finessing nigga I believe in hustle
I dont f**k with luck
And its f**k em kill em all
If they dont f**k with us them three letters mean a lot boy
Sacrifices cocaine mafia
Double check the prices
Niggas killing niggas like they got a license
Niggas crossing over like they
Allen Iverson f**k that iPhone 6
They be tracking niggas Im about to get a beeper
Fade to black on niggas Gotti
Goodnight
Im gone I be back when they quit living through phones
When niggas put the gram down and pick the grams up
You got follows but no dollars man that shit aint adding up nah
And all the dirt I done
All the bricks I sold I cant sleep at night
Paranoid it shows I be strapped on stage
F**k the award show
Cause I shoot this bitch up and only god knows
Yeah like I told you a long time ago fam
Yall gon hold it against you
I keep fighting doing this to yall
Every time I get something in the mail
Whether its favorable or not from the courts
I keep putting it down because yall are my motivation
I appreciate the love
Niggas riding gold rims and they mama po
And they kill a family member for that envelope
Im the Lionel Richie to these
Commodores we flip pies to franchising
Dominoes I speak for dope boys every track
Im on until this day my people never rat or told posted 20 in
Im talking fed pen
The line between us both have gained so very thin
Amongst my boys of WEB Du Bois Souls of black folk
To hustle wasnt a choice
Rap game everybody skimming off the top
F**k interest as long as you pull it
Off the lock hoes on the f**k
Haters wanna hate certified sack boy
Black Ronald Reagan double m no longer
That Buick regal money nickel rock niggas
So dont make me put a kilo on it
Negotiating for it or either we take it
Niggas even shooting choppers in a f**kin cadence
Fell out with some people
That I still love
I guess thats how it goes when its real blood
I remember counting cash standing in the trap
I turned my hat to the back
Had a hundred stacks 60 ms later and 300 tax
Still losing weight with the south on my back nigga
I pray you play by the rules I came so close to the edge
I pray you play by the rules I came so close to the edge
I pray you play by the rules I came so close to the edge
I pray you play by the rules
Aint no mercy young nigga
Its the jungle locs
And I pray you rich forever Gotti
I pray you rich forever
All my niggasI pray you rich forever
When you smokin and you vibin to this shit
I pray you rich forever my nigga hood billionaire
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