Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Strapped , by - Rick Ross. Song from the album Rise To Power, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 06.10.2008
Record label: Suave House II
Song language: English
Strapped |
| I may not have been made for this rap shit dawg |
| Niggas talkin' shit, on records and shit |
| I’ma put these hands on your ass nigga |
| You know I’m strapped with the mac |
| Try me if you want I blow a bitch bad |
| Catch me on the band she playin gloves and goggles |
| On a? |
| Benz V12 with a bottle |
| A hollow and a handwave?, 50 to follow |
| I put one knee on blow, your ass been swallow |
| If you bite me dog, I’ma get your ass pavo |
| Wake up the no-ribs and the friends in Chicago |
| I’m rolling in Miami with, momos on the Lac |
| Eyes? |
| holdin' a stolen mac |
| Aiming at the first 'O on your Polo cap |
| Find the tool at any, signed a fool |
| Got a half tuition for my daughter’s private school |
| Reason for the violent moves, silent? |
| Keep birds on us like the pirate’s do |
| I’m embarrassed to speak for who your signin' to |
| Ya, ya all niggas stupid for free, fuck |
| I don’t know if you noticed Joe, but I grew up on focus ho |
| With nothin' to lose, it’s nothin' to prove |
| No other option but bustin' the tool, runnin' to school |
| With illegal things in my locker, I flame your posture |
| I critically acclaim an Oscar, sprayin' at your Rasta |
| ? |
| I made a mistake and hit your father |
| I ain’t sued for that I shock ya, snatch your rockets, pop ya |
| Respect me or Noah ya all better |
| I’m make you an honorary pall bearer |
| For small cheddar, bet ya wet ya brung cheddar, funds-getter |
| You a chipp off a ton sniffer, Lung-filler |
| My style none iller, gun-spiller flow for fun stealer killer |
| How you gonna stand the Kelly gave up potatoes for cheese still a peeler |
| Belly hot top stealer pillar, fedi-feller big-welly dealer |
| You cheaper than a Pica Deli dinner |
| I strike like a match, put my life on a track |
| Hit? |
| pikes with my wife and some crack |
| When I get her for a piss, I twistin' like a sack |
| Off goes the seat belts, out comes the snacks |
| Cop from mia out comes the mac |
| Out goes your back, out comes you sad |
| It’s a lot of niggas bark, but they really won’t stretch |
| I have your ass like, man where we goin' at? |
| If you’re lookin for beef, I’ll be too |
| Hang on your back, jumpin' like an eq |
| Can fill your waist, legs, feet, too |
| A witness film the shooter, I’m like me too |
| They went that way, I didn’t see no car |
| But listen close unless you wanna to see these balls |
| In jail you’d be barred from the TV squad |
| Your soft fans, really wanna beat me hard |