Текст песни Rick Ross - High Definition

Rich Forever
Жанр: Rap
Исполнитель: Rick Ross
Альбом: Rich Forever
Длительность: 03:56
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[Intro: Bill Whitaker & Mike Tyson] Bill: Look at this stuff, this is history here...you're history Mike: This is garbage...I can say I bled for garbage Bill: So this is meaningless... Mike: No, at one time it meant a lot. When you're just a young kid this is everything to you, then you realize your priorities change. And you just want your children to be happy and do nice things and that makes you happy. This is nothing. This is just nothing man... [Verse 1: Rick Ross] I can talk about the bodies, I could tell you 'bout the killing Duct taping niggas in the name of drug dealin' Big body Benzes while the bitch niggas starve Turtleneck Mercedes blowin' smoke up out the top Time to talk about the money, I can tell you bout a profit Ocean front spot moving niggas out the projects Diamonds on my neck call it the ghetto's guillotine Fuckin' with them jewelers nigga lit up like a screen, HD Look at me ballin' I'm talkin' high definition Fuckin' up six digits, boy that's just my definition Niggas gotta get murked but I'm just minding my business Bought three Range Rovers dolo, so fuck Expedition On the road to the riches until I'm paid in full And the Lord is my witness, I got a AK to pull These niggas full of shit, my niggas moving bricks I could front you fifty, but you gotta move 'em quick, my moolah thick [Hook: Rick Ross] Went and got me a choppa to put it right in ya face Better blow out your brains before you give me a case Got the forty by my dick I keep on pissin' on the hammer When they talkin' slick I double back with that banana High definition I'm stacking money to the ceiling Fuck my ho feelings, look here, it's time to make a killin Got a hundred silent niggas and they fiending for a million High definition bitches, my life a motion picture [Verse 2: Rick Ross] I could talk about the bitches, I could tell you 'bout the bricks Pull up in the Bentley I could pop up in the six Helicopter rides I can sit it on the club Sound of the propeller had my young bitch busting nuts Niggas wanna crack jokes just to get close to me Hope you know that I'm strapped like I supposed to be Put a number on your helmet like it's Notre Dame 5 grand'll get you whacked, won't even know your name Road to the riches until I'm paid in full And the Lord is my witness we making major moves God forgives and I don't, I got it tatted in my skin I'm going straight to hell that's if ballin' is a sin Crucifix on my neck I pray it never melt Pacquiao purse, boy I took another belt Take a seat, I'm undefeated in this art of war Rest in peace to the pussies, it's time to Scar some more
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