| Look at nigga Rozay, look at him
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| Out there with that CrossFit shit
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| Nigga think he a boxer, workin' out and shit
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| Nigga done bought Holyfield crib, nigga
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| Five hundred acres, a thousand rooms, nigga
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| This nigga think he the champ
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| Holyfield must have left a belt in that bitch for him
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| Ya dig?
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| I been touchin' that set, I made my way to a key
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| I’m so in love with the trap, I bought a house 'cross the street
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| Quarter key got me livin' like I’m Don King
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| Heavyweight, I’m in the ring nigga, ding ding
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| Nigga, ding ding
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| Nigga, ding ding
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| Don’t make me hit you 'cross your head, nigga, ding ding
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| Runnin' off with all your things, ding ding
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| License been suspended, ridin' with the yay
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| I shit where I eat, I trap where I stay
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| Smokin', bottle poppin', Belaire Rose
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| And I don’t give a fuck what pussy niggas say
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| Michelangelo of this trap game
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| Traded fifteen pounds of mid for a half a thing
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| We mix that eighteen, now it’s thirty-six
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| Turned that midget to a brick, that’s a pretty flip
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| Shout out Mally Mall, I got a few bitches
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| I don’t get my dick sucked, unless it’s two bitches
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| My trap Mike Tyson, nigga, heavyweight
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| I’m sleepin' in the trap, we open every day
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| I’m parkin' on my block, I’m beatin' on my street
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| Twelve all on my ass, they locked my woe up last week
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| These niggas know they pussy, talkin' bout they robbin'
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| Talkin' bout they eatin', these niggas out here starvin'
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| I been touchin' that set, I made my way to a key
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| I’m so in love with the trap, I bought a house 'cross the street
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| Quarter key got me livin' like I’m Don King
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| Heavyweight, I’m in the ring nigga, ding ding
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| Nigga, ding ding
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| Nigga, ding ding
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| Don’t make me hit you 'cross your head, nigga, ding ding
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| Runnin' off with all your things, ding ding
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| Diamonds on my pinky, women on my dizzle
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| Bulletproof the Lincoln, there go Ricky Rizzle
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| I’m the Thrilla in Manila, Belaire, my Ciroc vanilla
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| My cousin certified killer
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| When he died, I know I cried a river
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| You come and go, that came down from the Lord
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| Every night I hear those AKs like a fuckin' voice
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| Hallelujah, momma screamin' «Hallelujah»
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| Pray for your son cause momma, you had you a shooter
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| For this cocaine, they standin' in this cold rain
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| In pneumonia weather tryna move that whole thing
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| Heat game, season tickets, that’s for my whole team
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| '88 Mike Tyson, that’s with the gold teeth
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| Heavyweight, Don King, Robin Givens, big dreams
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| I been touchin' that set, I made my way to a key
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| I’m so in love with the trap, I bought a house 'cross the street
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| Quarter key got me livin' like I’m Don King
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| Heavyweight, I’m in the ring nigga, ding ding
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| Nigga, ding ding
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| Nigga, ding ding
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| Don’t make me hit you 'cross your head, nigga, ding ding
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| Runnin' off with all your things, ding ding |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Heavyweight, artist - Rick Ross. Album song Hood Billionaire, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп