| I do this for us
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| Stuck on the grind tryna' elevate
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| I’mma stand as a man never above ya
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| Shooters in crowd with 50 carats, they give ‘em dab
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| My livestyle get busy, you niggas really rare
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| Put my bitches on, get money, stay out the trap
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| Fuck 'em long, smoke a bong maybe go get a tat
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| No illusion, quarter millie for this whip I’m cruzin
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| Caught a deal up a plane with Hov and I kept it movin
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| Mob ties, (Send a re-up), protect me from these shooters
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| Nice suits, so religious, these muthafuckers ruthless
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| Blond broads, Cuban cigars, shit I get the true
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| (Lovely suit), VIP, double M. C are truth
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| Cap guns, Stab wounds, they think we’re having fun
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| Doing shows, fucking hoes, Gunplay’s still on the run
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| I do this for us
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| Stuck on the grind tryna elevate
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| I’mma stand as a man never above ya
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| Some niggas choke, some niggas don’t
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| Pissin in portable potties out at the public school
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| Late to class, walk the halls then wanna run with tools
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| Say your name, what’s your gang, my people wrote the rule
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| 4th of July, light up the sky, step on my shoes
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| All I do is feed eat?, niggas and they call it food
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| That’s my fool?, I assume you know he’s in the room
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| You hear the boom, soul floating like a balloon
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| Fatal wound, if war niggas yell «I played the rules»
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| A lot of goons, cocaine bitches consume
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| Still fill the room; |
| King of Diamond, go get the broom
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| Dreamchasers you fuck with Meek, you gotta fuck with Combs
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| They’re my Poon?
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| They’re DC, carve it in my tomb
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| I do this for us
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| Stuck on the grind tryna elevate
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| Stuck on the grind tryna elevate
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| I’mma stand as a man never above ya
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| I’mma stand as a man never above ya
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| I only take time out for all my bad bitches
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| Ex-bitches, my last bitch was far from average
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| Fast whips, G wagon that’s horse and carriage
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| Marriage is not for me I’m rich and careless
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| Ex-ex relax under my mattres
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| 40 blocks of white, it Marshall matters
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| 8 mile, a while my shit was stagnant
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| Seven fifties do ‘8' figures, young nigga at it
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| Ho wow, ho now, they think it’s magic
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| I bring the best out your bitch, she livin lavish
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| Mink drapes, prince cape is on my,
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| the parallel twig of a Caroling
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| I do this for us
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| Stuck on the grind tryna elevate
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| I’mma stand as a man never above ya
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| I do this for us
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| I, I, I do this for us |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Black Opium , by - Rick Ross. Song from the album Black Market, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп