| Ross is a real boss, cause real bosses don’t go to jail feel what I’m saying?
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| So that’s what I want y’all to know, you know what I mean?
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| As far as like his thinking patterns you know what I mean?
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| You know I admire y’all
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| The way y’all think you know what I’m saying?
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| And I also admire that I was apart of that foundation from day one
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| You know y’all was the good homies
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| Y’all took the baton and ran with it
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| The thing is that I was working towards was
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| The empire is what I was working towards
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| And y’all took the baton and ran with it so its nothing but love man
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| Anything y’all need me to do from behind these walls, I’mma do it
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| You know what I’m saying, without no question
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| The pop wars, temp rises, a hot boy
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| Is the fat boy, skinny ties
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| Don’t empty mine nigga
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| Tall ceilings, chandeliers, I’m authentic
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| Gettin' long money, short winded
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| Lets go and get it nigga
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| Bang bang, bitch niggas caught drinkin' chase
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| Roll that double M, get shot and your finger waves
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| Twenty chickens watchin' and I still be movin' that base
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| Gave a job to the children you scared to raise
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| Chain swangin', name rangin'
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| Shots fired, same nigga
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| We movin' weight I’m at a different pace
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| I’m out in Haïti with my lady screamin' «n'ap boule»
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| I’m hard to kill, Dade county, Versace Neil
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| Fourteen for that tattoo worth that dollar bill
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| Only one man got the combination to the safe
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| Grammy nominated once, but I’m still moving base
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| See them plaques on a nigga wall
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| We still movin' bass
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| Got them records jumpin' off the store
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| We still movin' bass
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| Copper tried to knock us off
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| We still movin' bass
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| Haters throwin' shots through a niggas door
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| And we still movin' bass
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| Fallin' from the sky, the money bad the bigger
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| Angels tatted all on me, pray for a lord sinner
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| Rolls Royce Corniche, sweepin' me off my feet
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| New bitches they by the fleet and we do em' all by the week
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| Taz Angels just wanna chill, jewelers just wanna meet
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| Weed man expnsive, three trips a week
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| Misses just wanna freak, feds stay up the street
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| Know they tellin' us close so we leak what we wanna leak
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| New mob, suit sharp, my suit Farrahkhan
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| In the house of the lord, my niggas bearin' arms
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| His eyes wide, nose runny got what he fiendin' for
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| I’m movin' base, we outta state you know my speakers low
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| Put the pistol to your mouth now show me to the safe
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| Grammy nominated once, but I’m still movin' bass
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| You see the plaques on the wall but the yayo still in the spot
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| See me cousin off to college, I see that it costs a lot
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| Tallons fillin' the jammy, Miami still in my heart
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| Niggas playin' the corner, guess their playin' their part
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| Early coppin' the coupes, ladies stay on our feet
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| Your brother went to duplex
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| Smell the dope from across the street
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| Hoodies come in all flavors, all black if you think you sweet
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| Arabs sellin' grenades by the box, you’ll get it cheap
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| Schoolin' the little niggas, kilos all in the campus
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| A passport is necessary visa with all the rubbers
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| I beef with all of the red cappers
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| Head to the shop for some tobacco (blocka, blocka, blocka, blocka, blocka!)
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| BR-80 just a plus don’t mention the dust
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| R-O-C double M kill anything we touch |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Movin' Bass , by - Rick Ross. Song from the album Hood Billionaire, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп