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letra de dirty white speaks make em say huh - rick ross

[speaker 1]
let’s start music for one second, i got this drop. i gotta drop from one of di realest n-gg- in dade county. some time ago, it was a week before i release my very first mixtape. my n-gg- made a prediction on the intro that i wish he was here, to see it come to p-ss. write some paradise, street legend, dirty white. my n-gg- spoken words went like this:

[speaker 2]
hold up man, cuz you know am trippin’. i need my stank when two eye
boy. boy y’all know who dis here? boy dis dirty white boy. one a di realest n-gg-s in dade county. dis rick ross sh-t here. port of miami next year! y’all f-ck n-gg-s better be ready for it boy. cuz dis sh-t won

[verse 1]
black market, huh, fleecy murder, imma make them sell
alright p soldiers, black market, huh, fleecy murder
black market, huh, fleecy murder
black market, huh, fleecy murder, imma make them sell
alright p soldiers
follow procedure, pray i don’t have a seizure
took a n-gg- life like a shot of tequila
follow procedure, pray i don’t have a seizure
took a n-gg- life like a shot of tequila
follow procedure, pray i don’t have a seizure
took a n-gg- life like a shot of tequila
follow the leader, no cover my back
i went over your head, never leaving no tracks
renegotiated, heavy they cover my tax
stack a couple bodies, the sh-t in the trap
i holla dey hoes, i spoke and dey puff
l.a reid they one who still trying to touch me
invest in the staff, maybe payoff they tabs
cross me, somebody tell them you n-gg- be careful
f-ck a hoe, gushes coming at your jugular
, never heard of meet cutting yuh tummy tuck
another tap, another day homie, stay off the phone
i know the feb told me
i think i need another percocet
cross the county line, an boy, quit the murder sh-t
black camaro, wanna dem sixes always spinning
so dey [?] where these young n-gg-s
killing but they call it living
palm trees at the trap n-gg-, am master p with a pack n-gg-
c-murder for a stack n-gg-, and i ain’t even have to rap n-gg-

[outro]
(made back music) that’s the end
(say huh, huh)
(na na nana, na na nana)
(n-gg- say huh, huh)
(na na nana, na na nana)
(n-gg- say huh) yeah

- rick ross

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