Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pirates, artist - Rick Ross. Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pirates |
| I guess there ain’t no nice way |
| To tell you ni*gas it’s game over, huh? |
| Pray for me |
| Hallucination of money, while ni*ga's stomach just rumble |
| Had to f*ck with the Haitians and break a kilo to crumbles |
| Ni*ga living in rubble, within him labelled the rebel |
| Any ni*ga wan' rumble, somebody hand me a shovel |
| Gotta silence the lambs, get on my Buffalo Bill |
| Stepping off the Sonoma with the black duffle bag filled |
| Got a cute b*tch with me; |
| favor Kimora, for real |
| Got Meek Mill on the celly, that ni*ga worth a few mil |
| I multiply what I manage, I manage to multiply |
| Witness real ni*gas fail, and watch you f*ck ni*gas strive |
| Witness b*tch ni*gas pale, Jamar just got twenty-five |
| At this point in my life, I’m just trying to survive |
| Homicide stay on my mind, Christopher Wallace of my time |
| R.I.P. |
| to the legend, 2Pac Shakur with a nine |
| Makaveli returns — it’s God forgives, and I don’t |
| Resurrection of the real, time to get the richer than Trump |
| I’m rolling the dice, four, five, six |
| Young ni*ga, nineteen, four or five bricks |
| Praying on you ni*gas, sinners full of hate |
| God forgives and I don’t, only hustlers relate |
| Trying to keep my head above water, ni*ga |
| We pirates out here, ni*ga, just trying to stay afloat |
| And I ride for my ni*gas |
| Fascination with fortune afford me mansion and Porsches |
| Panamera abortions, marijuana imported |
| Dreams of getting cream and never to be extorted |
| Seen so many things, be preposterous not to record it |
| Product is in demand, profit not far behind |
| Got on my mother pearl, she f*cking up father time |
| Babies be having babies, I’m talking 'bout how I grind |
| Ni*gas thinking its voodoo the way bricks be multiplying |
| Affiliated with wealth, associated with death |
| Self-made millionaire, snatch a triple beam off the shelf |
| Straight Grim Reaper, Air Jordans walking the streets |
| Blackberry boss — one call, ya put to sleep |
| I’m rolling the dice, four, five, six |
| Young ni*ga, nineteen, forty five bricks |
| Praying on you ni*gas, sinners full of hate |
| God forgives and I don’t, only hustlers relate |
| The Lord is my light and my salvation |
| But I see none of you f*ck ni*gas |
| F*ck what you heard, ni*ga |
| I need to feel it |
| I need to smell it |
| I need to see it |