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letra de this me - rick ross

[intro – rick ross]
it’s ?
well acquainted with all the ? and all that sh-t
it’s ricky ross the rich boss

[verse 1 – rick ross]
wet bars on the boat, wet broad money low
real like scott storch all from the c-ke
maybox were a dream now it’s all real
it’s hard to get sleep layin next to five mil
i’m still gettin chips i call ’em the guce b-mps
yeah alexander vision i’m buildin like two trumps
steppin guce b-mps i’m the main event
we got a pocket full of game brain it made me ten
six b-tches numbers on the same yacht
now that’s what the f-ck i call a chain reaction
you see it these n-gg-s livin of the past
i ran a hundred miles but i did it all with cl-ss
hands of gl-ss wrist all gl-ss
real on heron how long will the cristal last
champagne pours celebrate the curse
hover above the laws with the mercy of the lawyers

[hook – rick ross]
this me n-gg-
it’s me n-gg-
while we do our thang give me six feet n-gg-
better take a picture this is history n-gg-
i’m busy gettin money you can’t miss me n-gg-
this me n-gg-
it’s me n-gg-
while we do our thang give me six feet n-gg-
better take a picture this is history n-gg-
i’m busy gettin money you can’t miss me n-gg-

[verse 2 – rick ross]
what’s worse the ? from your homey
tables turn fast i told you not to f-ck me tony
started with the dishes ending with the digits
i had to cross friendship it’s rules to the business
all the time with a sister like gina
beauty salon dream got the keys and the beamer
on the way to cheetahs pointing an army
land my sp-ceship with the spoilers only

seen the ufos, fbi, atf, let ’em know how a n-gg- ride
fo-fo and fo-five and six fo’s
half a pill two dime six hoes
i need a slice of the pie fo five six
as i throw my dice in the sky
head crack n-gg-
bread stack n-gg-
convertible bert yeah i let my hair back n-gg-

[verse 3 – rick ross]
lamborghinis and maseratis for mediocres
when the beats over back to the street, soldier
call cold shoulders mike make me bring the heats over
when the beefs over might see the peach rover
we eats but we try to reach each quota
no soda rolls roller one on her
rodeo eighty gram one coda
louis vuitton bright sides don’t want ’em

they trippin i’m drippin in tiffany stones
get a mop, peter prop, i’m livin it homes
chauffeur i blow purp and no skirts
four chains i’m puttin down with more work

- rick ross

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