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letra de i love my bitches - rick ross

[verse 1:]
a month ago, i gave a chick a hundred stacks
straight to neiman marcus, young b-tch had a heart attack
ohhh man, i love my b-tches
bottles, beamers, brand new benz’s
barbies, ballerina’s and britney’s
barbra streisand edition bentleys
bricks, big face hundreds in bundles
boy, i’m a boss, i rose from the jungles
god forgives and these killers won’t
in a room full of heathens, good n-gg-s die alone
better start taking notes as i’m taking tokes
the hood wanna see you die and they taking votes
my vision always mentioned c-ke
my women never sit in coach
ohh man, i love my b-tches
tongue kissin’ a dark skinneded vixen
50, 60 racks, i might go blow a 100 though
jet owner, g5, where you wanna go?
f-ck your ex’s baby, really, that’s your past?
load up your carry-on’s and all of this is cash

[hook: x2]
ohh man, i love my b-tches
ohh man, i love my b-tches
ohh man, i love my b-tches
east coast to west coast, all my b-tches

tryna’ bring you into my world, baby
just stand there, you the canvas, i’m a paint the picture
you never met another n-gg-, you know, f-ck it, take it

[verse 2:]
am i really just a narcissist
cause i wake up to a bowl of lobster bisque?
and i wake up on some mobbin’ sh-t
with a great view and half my n-gg-s swappin’ bricks
it’s just a way of life
for the king of diamonds, so i gotta stay the night
50 cash in the louis for the chicken wings
started in a neighborhood and now we on to bigger things
large clique of my const-tuents
combination to the safe, straight to the benjamins
living life to the fullest was the emphasis
making love to mary j’s “reminisce”

[hook]

[verse 3:]
it was all good just a week ago
paper tag on the panamera, my speakers blow
my b-tch sittin’ cute, she left her panties home
suckin’ the d-ck of the don, i’m talking miami’s own
money like (lebron james), money like (dwyane wade)
(play it right) peelin’ two off the dealership in the same day
(say it right) paid like mark clayton, mark duper
soon as n-gg-‘s start hatin’, start shootin’
come along, money longer than olajuwan’s
lotta one’s, all the b-tches yeah the model one’s
tongue pierced, d-ck sucked, yeah the swallow ons
50 million, i’m the only one that got it done

[hook]

- rick ross

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