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Rick Ross
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Blow
作詞:Christopher Andre Lyon, William Roberts, Marcello Valenzano
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Designer jeans and a hand full of dough Bottle of that rosey, pass me some mo' I got mo' cars, mo' clothes Mo' money means more dough to blow Mo' bottles there's more dough to blow Rick Ross got a lot of dough to blow
Way up in them Tailie Hills, burnin' like the sunset A nigga wit' a attitude, take it outta' context Ridin' with the big thangs, lookin' like a bomb threat Bin Laden beard, Afghan in a bomb vest
Ross, stranded on death row Makavali's on the Maybach, kicks retro She wanna gaze at the stars Pull a panoramic view, pull the haze out the jar
Rick Ross, I'm the best in the flesh Gettin' blessed on a jet is a way to reflect Hard work pays off, I'm a boss, you can tell By the bottles in the pail and the models that we share
I'm in a real estate, in a realer state of mind We came for trigga' play, kill a nigga for a dime I'm tryna' chill today, I got a million on my mind Dice in my hand, one roll, I blow ya mind
Designer jeans and a hand full of dough Bottle of that rosey, pass me some mo' I got mo' cars, mo' clothes Mo' money means more dough to blow Mo' bottles there's more dough to blow Rick Ross got a lot of dough to blow
Mo' trips, mo' whips, mo' money, I'm mo' rich Mo' haters, mo' clips, mo' jewels, mo' shit Half a hundred grand in some rubber bands Gats all flashed in my other hand
On the other hand, I'm still pitching underhand All soft balls off, bitch a stunna man Mo' trucks, mo' bucks, mo' freaks, mo' butts
I see the vision for club vision, the pre face 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 I get brain, I bust nuts, in each states Soon as I see what I'm lookin' for I sit up in that seat and cut em' off on them 24's
There it goes, baby girl come talk wit' tha' boss I pop a rose bottles, you can kick ya shoes off
Designer jeans and a hand full of dough Bottle of that rosey, pass me some mo' I got mo' cars, mo' clothes Mo' money means more dough to blow Mo' bottles there's more dough to blow Rick Ross got a lot of dough to blow
Ever seen a fat boy in a big body? Know you wanna see about me, all you do is think bout it Lease apartments to get kicked out it Next day, buy a condo to get a kick out it
We don't take it for the view, this is what I do When I'm on the beach, all my diamonds salt water blue So let's party like the pack jam, Pacman Fifty grand, stacked in my lap man
Get a lap dance, and if you get my dick hard This ya last chance, to up up on that big car Wit' tha Fat Man, certified Hood Star But he a millionaire, look bitch I'm going far
This the movement, a few niggaz' you wanna move wit' Gucci on my feet, see I'm only in the new shit Ha, they say life's a bitch But close ya eyes for a minute and just bite this dick, it's Ross
Designer jeans and a hand full of dough Bottle of that rosey, pass me some mo' I got mo' cars, mo' clothes Mo' money means more dough to blow Mo' bottles there's more dough to blow Rick Ross got a lot of dough to blow
Designer jeans and a hand full of dough Bottle of that rosey, pass me some mo' I got mo' cars, mo' clothes Mo' money means more dough to blow Mo' bottles there's more dough to blow Rick Ross got a lot of dough to blow
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