Lyrics:
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
[Diddy:]
Ayo Bugatti boys (turn em up) you know what it is breathe
bitch breathe, breathe bitch breathe go
[Rick Ross:]
Hello good morning tell me
around since time created dinosaurs
Sat in crowds that got aroused by Diana Ross
In a space that only relates to Santa Claus
I'm like a myth but giving
brom brom
Tiefie gebost keti gelost diep in het bos wie die vos
Nee die chickies zingen Diana Ross nee die chickies zingen Diana Ross
Keti gelost diep in
sharing my views from the window seat
I've tried to keep it light and not get in too deep
But if I don't say this, the album's incomplete
We do it for
Some Things You Never Get Used To
Diana Ross and the Supremes
Written and produced by Nickolas Ashford/Valerie Simpson)
Charted for 7 weeks in
the bricks came
Left the same night in the morning the chicks came
I just use rap to put shit in my name
The death's just a matter of time the hit's been
open my mouth shit that's the sound
They go "Brra-Tat-Tat" so you betta watch out
Ouch!
[Rick Ross]
Bitch I got money too
"Trilla" album comin' soon
tossed like a Heracross
Got turned upside down like Diana Ross
And fell victim to centrifugal force
By the time I was through, you was stiff as a corpse
Diamonds on my neck they did by Sam they not from Johnny
Yeah I'm in that Lamb
This a foreign
Not no Mazi
Do not give a damn, we gon blam right on camera
from cold night,in the morning.
'Tis the morning of my life.
In the daytime I will meet you as before.
You will find me waiting by the ocean floor,
by buck
By only a single goin' gold?
Roc-A-Fella should fold, and you're left out in the cold
Is it back to charging motherfuckers 11 for an O?
spring like a catapult
Matter fact the flow Supreme like Diana Ross
I'm at the do' like a deer with the antlers off
Niggas acting like Scummy was they
a triple platinum artist buck by buck by only a single goin gold?
Roc-A-Fella ship fold, and you're left out in the cold
Is it back to charging motherfuckers
flesh is peeling
Call up Diana Ross and ask
Her how she's feeling
A failure down with Elizabeth Taylor
Illiterate pedophile Quincy Jones male boy
Your
(diana ross/freddie gorman/janie bradford)
Go deep in circles
To find it in me
Rain falls around to my beginnings
So many riddles of my identity
I
n'cap a me
T fai o gir nda giostr
Son stu trip hinterland by night
Son ca martell nda cervell e l'hi FI
Merda prod in the place
Skarraphone co cubase
the booth my shoes weren’t sloppy my dawg
All of my songs like,(yeah) i drop it they love it my dawg,
I go hard like, like in the morning my dawg,
I want
Flo from the Surpremes died, Diana Ross cried
Many people said that she was laughin' inside (it's wild)
As the blunt ash falls into the ashtray
I
Jackson, Marvin Gaye
Diana Ross, Chaka Khan, Stevie Wonder
Like, NWA, what the fuck is this shit, kid? I was goin' crazy
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
the motherfucking glock pop (don't stop)
And fuck a Glock I'm fuckin with a Sig Sauer
P226 Diana Ross cousin nina
Misdemeanor (misdemeanor), that's what we do,
the motherfucking glock pop (don't stop)
And fuck a Glock I'm fuckin with a Sig Sauer
P226 Diana Ross cousin nina
Misdemeanor (misdemeanor), that's what we do,
(twenty-five!), in the kitchen (cookin' food!)
Baby "We The Best", quit, hate the rest
Dade County, you name it (what up!)
You roll it, I like it (Ross!)
She
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