Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mafia Music III, artist - Rick Ross. Date of issue: 31.12.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Mafia Music III |
| Kilograms were the key to my success |
| I apologize being so discreet with my connects |
| Lamborghinis were figments of my imagination |
| Whoever figured the figures this figure would be making |
| Plenty cream my women pose like figurines |
| Whips weaving through traffic the triple black centipedes |
| Oh please let a nigga breathe |
| Dilated pupils are the seeds of a niggas greed |
| With 20 g’s in my denim jeans |
| If she fucking me she lucky just to get some Chuck E. Cheese |
| I bust my nut and holla lucky me |
| Its tatted in my vein I remain sucker free |
| My vocal like an atom bomb in the Avalon |
| Black roses for singing the saddest song |
| As Salamu Alaykum to paper |
| Walaikum Salam |
| Im the don inshallah, now pour me my Dom |
| Being gangstas a cold job |
| Wack a nigga go rejoice with a blow job |
| Always wanted Rolls Royce with no job |
| Then again all I fear is a dope charge |
| All I fear is a dope charge |
| Tell me whats the odds for appeals for a dope boy |
| Who shed tears for a dope boy |
| Oh what happens to the kids of the dope boy |
| Orphans, fucking orphans |
| Born defending some nigga never been on offence |
| Now its shrimp, order more shrimp |
| My neighbourhood a rackett I practice my importance |
| You know we hustle to the key of life |
| Moving weed and white before we learn to read and write |
| So fuck a tutor pay attention to my shooter |
| Fucking me today but next she be fucking Luda |
| We assholes with fast cars and cash flow |
| My last load was gift wrapped by Castro |
| I did it all but the blow was my specialty |
| Mental telepathy directly in my recipe |
| Ahh, 2 mill on my second home |
| Still stepping on a couple bricks of that methadone |
| I got a method for getting money like RZA do |
| Resurrected Big Poppa in the physical |
| Reincarnated the realest I’m getting revenue |
| 10 mill borrowed from my peers in the federal |
| And thats several for slinging in Atlanta |
| But the way they dress you never knew |
| Thought they seen a better view |
| But the feds had a rat named Reginald |
| That put em on a pedestal the conviction was incredible |
| The moral of the story was |
| Ain’t no happy ending for a thug |
| I think of 2Pac, I think of Biggie now |
| Look how they getting down, I went and bought a 50 Cal |
| We all go when we gotta go |
| My Glock hole bigger than Nicki Minaj camel toe |
| So let the panel know we back, the commission intact |
| Teflon Don in all black fulfilling contracts |
| I’m only here to supersede my successors |
| RIP Paul Castellano, Myer Lansky, Bumpy Johnson, Al Capone |
| T-Roger, Tookie Williams, Carlo Gambino and last but not least John Gotti |
| Teflon Don |
| (Ross, Ross, ross) |