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,
Bản dịch: Rick Ross. Cry.
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
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,
Like Mike, my Spikes stay all white 24 karat gold, eighty carats worth of ice Ice insured, fuck life insurance I live for the moment, and put a bullet on that Ross
[Rick Ross] Hello Good morning tell me what the lip read pretty face, thin waist with the sick weave first time fish tailing in the 6 speed real bad boy
[Rick Ross:] Hello Good morning tell me what the lip read pretty face, thin waist with the sick weave first time fish tailing in the 6 speed real bad
thought they never knew me But these niggas know me, and half them niggas owe me I'm fed up, that's why I'm acting like the old me [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Rick Ross
you're well on your (But, I wish you and yours nothing but happiness shorty,) way to the top (RR:ROSS) But there's something you forgot! RR(Rick Ross
you suckers think you trippin' with? Yes, I'm the boss Seven forty-five, white on white, that's Rick Ross I cut 'em wide, I cut 'em long, I cut 'em fat
50 But neither one of them called you back Ask J.R., my car was pushed To the limit on Cool & Dre Plus Rick Ross was hustlin' That money outcha like
Im day Im hustlin, 15x [Verse 1] Who the f*ck you think you f*ckin with, im the f*ckin boss 745 white on white thats f*ckin ross I cut em wide, I cut
(feat. Rick Ross & Juelz Santana) [Rick Ross] baby i gotcha ya voicemail earlier but im confused [Chrisette Michele] yep [Rick Ross] aha! for a minute
and 50 but neither one of them called you back Ask J.R., my car was pushed to the limit on Cool & Dre Plus Rick Ross was Hustlin' that money outcha like
[feat. Rick Ross & T.I.] Yeah Yeah Dirty Money Ricky Ross [Rick Ross:] Hello Good morning tell me what the lip read Pretty face, thin waist with the
fed up, it's why I'm acting like the ol' me [Chorus] [Verse 2: Rick Ross] I'm sick and tired of you suckahs so now I'm fed up (Ross) Somebody catch
[Rick Ross:] Hello Good morning tell me what the lip read Pretty face, thin waist with the sick weave First time fish tailing in the 6 speed Real bad
