| Doin a 150 miles and runnin,
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| Get up in the way then you know that I’m gunnin,
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| Laff about the doe but really ain’t nutin funny,
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| Gettin rich in a rush, Yeah you know us,
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| We the Usual Suspectsss,
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| The real definition of success,
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| Throwin money cause I can and I love it,
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| From nothin, To somethin…
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| You know us we the Usual Suspectss,
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| You no the boys on the block wanna take us,
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| Cause we bringin all of the paper, n
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| From nothinn, To somethinn,
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| You know us we the Usual Suspects.
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| 17 tryna man up,
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| Feed the fam boy I put that on these damn goods,
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| All I got was diabetes and a damn uggg,
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| People talkin down callin me a damn sprug,
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| Young niggas all you wana do is roam free,
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| On your own feet gotta cook your own beef,
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| I’m too cool for lame dudes that ridicule,
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| I laugh while I’m doin laps in the swimmin pool,
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| I don’t owe you niggas nuthin,
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| Call me 2 fingers when you see a nigga stuntin,
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| Black philip drummin limousines of the hummer,
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| Penthouse sweet, pretty beach I call the summer,
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| Lotta homies pass,
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| See em in the future,
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| Moneys so fast, on the gas, never neutral,
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| Gotta keep a shooter while I’m ridin in the 7,
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| Higher than a kite by the time I get to heaven.
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| Doin a 150 miles and runnin,
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| Get up in ma way then you know that I’m gunnin,
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| Laff about the doe but really ain’t nutin funny,
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| Gettin rich in a rush, Yeah you know us,
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| We the Usual Suspectsss,
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| The real definition of success,
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| Throwin money cause I can and I love it,
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| From nothin, To somethin…
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| You know us we the Usual Suspectss,
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| You no the boys on the block wanna take us,
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| Cause we bringin all of the paper, n
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| From nothinn, To somethinn,
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| You know us we the Usual Suspects.
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| And still my talent is yet to be challenged,
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| Had new jet with my own pilot,
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| No blastin off, but flexin, Dj Khaled,
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| My mom stressin college,
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| But my crude sense of logic, did a lude to my empty wallet,
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| Try spittiin on a green tinted accord,
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| Which could mean a sentence up north,
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| Where the homie was, but back then doe was like a hoard, it goldie love,
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| it didn’t exist,
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| And office foley cuffs, was after my wrists,
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| Was not beverly hills where we chilled,
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| Imagine this, the nas n rith,
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| Had to get from rags to rich,
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| I used to stand on rooftops, with 2 glocks,
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| Figurin, how do I turn my timbalands to clocks,
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| Now reptiles was left out about a watch,
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| What is you thinkin? |
| Murk u, plus the muscle that you bringin is nothin to me,
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| If you thuggin, a fake and shaked on cuban,
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| Shout out my ricans,
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| Down with all of you gangstas, to the roughest jamiacans.
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| Doin a 150 miles and runnin,
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| Get up in the way then you know that I’m gunnin,
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| Laff about the doe but really ain’t nutin funny,
|
| Gettin rich in a rush, Yeah you know us,
|
| We the Usual Suspectsss,
|
| The real definition of success,
|
| Throwin money cause I can and I love it,
|
| From nothin, To somethin…
|
| You know us we the Usual Suspectss,
|
| You no the boys on the block wanna take us,
|
| Cause we bringin all of the paper, n
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| From nothinn, To somethinn,
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| You know us we the Usual Suspects.
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| If you ballin physics, nigga money never flow,
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| Meanin every day I’m livin, tryna stay on flow,
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| Coming from a BOSS, I can predict a double cross,
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| Handlers managin money, they never come across.
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| I spend in Africa, Magnamers, numbers involved,
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| AK47s, Singin win or by sum or you fall?
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| I dealt with brawls, and those willin to sell they soul,
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| Over cars and clothes, man am talkin petty hoes,
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| Ask ma feddi grow,
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| Fuck a feet of spaghetti-o's.
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| I’m club poppin in cali shout out to ariel,
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| Somebody dim the lights,
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| Triple black tuts,
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| Caz associated and the flesh is tryna catch up,
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| I roam with niggas who destined to get a life sentence,
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| Get they baby mama a lexus for them nice visits,
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| Ma nigga got a dub an love to do the push ups,
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| I got a million cash, tryna get the kush up.
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| Doin a 150 miles and runnin,
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| Get up in the way then you know that I’m gunnin,
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| Laff about the doe but really ain’t nutin funny,
|
| Gettin rich in a rush, Yeah you know us,
|
| We the Usual Suspectsss,
|
| The real definition of success,
|
| Throwin money cause I can and I love it,
|
| From nothin, To somethin…
|
| You know us we the Usual Suspectss,
|
| You no the boys on the block wanna take us,
|
| Cause we bringin all of the paper, n
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| From nothinn, To somethinn,
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| You know us we the Usual Suspects. |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Usual Suspects, artist - Rick Ross. Album song Deeper Than Rap, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп