| I’m cool with my women who be puffin' the dro
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| I got love for my bitches who be workin' the pole
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| Roll your eyes, make sure you’re touchin' your toes
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| If you a gettin' money nigga keep cakin' them hoes
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| I’m aiight with them ladies who are faithful at home
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| We aiight when I like how you’re makin' me moan
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| You a flawed trick if I’m not takin' you home
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| Cause I’m a ghetto millionaire 'til you prove me wrong
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| If you visit Miami, I’m the nigga to see
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| Park the truck, I see the animals, feelin' the Ds
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| Shoot 'em all, top down, so feelin' the breeze
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| Who to stop, pop rounds, stop bendin' on your knees
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| Come get knocked down, then chill on the beach
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| She was like, «Not now», what we did on the seats
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| Lit from the twat 'round, legs shut for a week
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| My the spot,
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| Champagne bottles, pop and squeeze, lots of weed
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| really off glass
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| Spend a weekend with Trina for small cash, I’m all that
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| Try to be funny, but got a little money
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| I used to dig her so she got a little from me
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| We used to club hop with dimes who suck cock
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| Then we back to the DoubleTree, let the women double me
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| I’m cool with my women who be puffin' the dro
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| I got love for my bitches who be workin' the poles
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| Roll your eyes, make sure that you’re touchin' your toes
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| Gettin' money nigga keep cakin' them hoes
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| Get up in that pussy then you leave them hoes alone
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| A bitch is a bitch and a dog need a bone
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| I’m aight with the ladies who’s faithful at home
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| Cause you leave soon as you finish makin' me moan
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| All these hoes, which one should I pick?
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| Hopefully the one who want some dick
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| Cause a lot of bitches got plots and schemes
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| If I wasn’t on the scene they wouldn’t fuck with me
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| First time they give you some pussy they go all out
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| Move in with you and all that shit stops
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| Stop fuckin', stop suckin', puttin' in, no nuttin'
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| Kitchen ain’t clean, ain’t shit up in the oven
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| They change soon as you give her some dick, see
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| They tried to trick him and trick you, trick me
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| So you gotta be picky
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| Cause flickin' your dick up in these bitches will leave it more than just sticky
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| Blame it on society
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| Cause I like to see a wide variety
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| Tell me the truth, come on bitch, don’t lie to me
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| What’s on your mind? |
| (I want you inside of me) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Prove Me Wrong , by - Rick Ross. Song from the album Rise To Power, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп