| And a maybach that is
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| Had to take it Deeper Than Rap baby…
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| Bossssss!
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| Let’s fly through the coop
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| I lose the roof
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| Ain’t nothin but the wind in my hair
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| I’m not bullet proof, I’m full of proof
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| That you can make it here
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| All that livin' fast
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| It ain’t got to last
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| Now I can slow it down
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| Because I’m sittin' on top of the world and I’m not comin' down
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| got it smellin like it’s butterscotch
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| Every bird boss take it to another notch
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| Bitch I’m busy baby go and suck anotha cock
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| Fuck a hater make me throw away another glock
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| Money in the mansion, yayo in another spot
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| Guns in the attic, mama help me put 'em up
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| She’ll put’em down, tell you quick to hit’em up
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| Load a hundred round, bring it back, she’ll fill it up
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| Like the time when the niggas pay this counterfit
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| He count chips but that trick mayor got’em flip
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| We ain’t playin man slang for them dollar bills
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| Quarter million for the chain help the collar chill
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| Miami nights,
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| I’m livin the life
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| Cause I’m rich off cocaine
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| Cause I’m rich off cocaine
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| Let’s fly through the coop
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| I lose the roof
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| Ain’t nothin but the wind in my hair
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| I’m not bullet proof, I’m full of proof
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| That you can make it here
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| All that livin' fast
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| It ain’t got to last
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| Now I can slow it down
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| Because I’m sittin' on top of the world and I’m not comin' down
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| How you seen a kilo started at an eight ball
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| First 48 to homicide ain’t soft
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| Comin from your hoes, fucking for your paint job
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| Catch you casin daddy let you know you king kong
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| Cop a 20 keys gotta be finna keep
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| I got a tenesse to send 'em up to Tenesee
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| Black Infinity the kind to ride on Venice Beach
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| I watch you slow Apollo while I’m chillin sippin tea
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| Lemons and honey, millions of money
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| Gucci, Louis Vitton, specifically homey
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| My woman imported, I’m neva extorted
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| I’m very important, 20 grand for the morgage
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| Miami nights,
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| I’m livin the life
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| Cause I’m rich off cocaine
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| Cause I’m rich off cocaine
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| Let’s fly through the coop
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| I lose the roof
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| Ain’t nothin but the wind in my hair
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| I’m not bullet proof, I’m full of proof
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| That you can make it here
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| All that livin' fast
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| It ain’t got to last
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| Now I can slow it down
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| Because I’m sittin' on top of the world and I’m not comin' down
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| Baby mamas I hate 'em
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| They Just want you to pay them
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| I’m in love wit my babies
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| Maybe makin em famous
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| Don’t be raisin your voice
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| That’s another retainer
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| Know you missing a nigga
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| Know you missin that anal
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| Know you missin that Prada
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| How we did in regada
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| She was callin me daddy
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| Daddy drippin in dollars
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| Daddy did it in Vegas
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| Yeah I gotta connect
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| I get em ten a piece as soon as I keep it correct
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| Vacation to Haiti
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| It nearly broke my heart
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| Seein kids starve
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| I thought about my?
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| Sellin dope ain’t right
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| I put it in my life
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| Chickens put me in position to donate the rice
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| Miami nights,
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| I’m livin the life
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| Cause I’m rich off cocaine
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| Cause I’m rich off cocaine
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| Let’s fly through the coop
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| I lose the roof
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| Ain’t nothin but the wind in my hair
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| I’m not bullet proof, I’m full of proof
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| That you can make it here
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| All that livin' fast
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| It ain’t got to last
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| Now I can slow it down
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| Because I’m sittin' on top of the world and I’m not comin' down |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rich Off Cocaine , by - Rick Ross. Song from the album Deeper Than Rap, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп