| Closest ones to me want to see me in a box
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| Is it jealousy or am I cursed by the gods
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| My son’s mother don’t know when or where to start
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| All the years that I known her, trick never had a job
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| Unemployed that’ll get a bitch depressed
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| But unlike them other, boys she watched me kill 'em with finesse
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| I took a turn pussy boy, pick up a book and learn
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| Have your ass in a church before I end the verse
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| Rims on the whip got it looking hypnotic
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| Stuffing money in my pockets as you niggas watching
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| Crocodile python, all my ice on
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| And ain’t nobody fucking with me while the mics on
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| She so ecstatic when I fuck her with the lights on
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| I feel the same when my niggas send the kites home
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| Damn, why they want to stick me for my paper?
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| They want the deeds to my fruit of labor
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| Every time I turn around
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| Lawsuits put a lean on a king crown
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| Ten million was the last check
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| Devil on the deal, the nigga death in debt
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| They want to own every thing I own
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| They sends drones to survey my home
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| Zeus and Zion to protect my wealth
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| Bloody Glock 40 to protect myself
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| Cubans on my neck looking like a python
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| On the couches I’m the one they got their eyes on
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| Skip your name, now they want to know your tax bracket
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| Tell 'em that you with me and the pussy’s automatic
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| I paid dues in these streets
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| I gave so much I got nothing to lose in these streets
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| Family asked me am I in Illuminati
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| Beat twenty cases like John Gotti
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| White man fear a nigga with a free mind
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| And if you disagree tell him that he can free mine
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| Took my Rolex and gave me an ankle monitor
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| So many angles these haters’ll start popping up
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| Renounced my citizen and move to Singapore
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| Couple tax breaks all accounts offshore
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| Damn, why they want to stick me for my paper?
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| They want the deeds to my fruit of labor
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| Every time I turn around
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| Lawsuits put a lean on a king crown
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| Ten million was the last check
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| Devil on the deal, the nigga death in debt
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| They want to own every thing I own
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| They sends drones to survey my home
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| Suits designed to protect my wealth
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| Bloody Glock 40 to protect myself
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| She fell in love with the flow, such a beautiful stroke
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| Fascinated allegation kilo grams of that coke
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| Roll with 25 and never knew his social number
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| Mac-11 for that Gucci belt to go up under
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| Black man’s pride, see it in my eyes
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| Fayette county prosecutor want to take a nigga house
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| So much disdain for the police
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| Clan rally niggas swing from them old trees
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| Wood wheel in the Wraith and the skinny ties
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| Crocodile python seats and the carbon fiber
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| Hot boy, stash box. |
| and the gas tank
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| Man of leisure to the top I took the staircase
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| Damn, why they want to stick me for my paper?
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| They want the deeds to my fruit of labor
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| Every time I turn around
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| Lawsuits put a lean on a king crown
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| Ten million was the last check
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| Devil on the deal, the nigga death in debt
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| They want to own every thing I own
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| They sends drones to survey my home
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| Suits designed to protect my wealth
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| Bloody Glock 40 to protect myself |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Crocodile Python , by - Rick Ross. Song from the album Black Market, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп