| My paint wet, my bitch bad
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| Straight mastermind, yo' rich ass
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| My cup full, full of that pink shit
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| So shut your fuckin' mouth, fuck all that weak shit
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| This MMG shit, MMG shit
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| She fuck my whole squad, she MMG bitch
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| Just got that G-Wagon, I’m just so innovative
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| We came for the money bags, so fuck your invitations
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| This calls for a celebration, Bel-Air celebration
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| 60 hoes in the basement, nigga covered all the bases
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| Jabbar gave me a quarter, I sold it on the 1st
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| I took it to my mama, «here go get what you deserve»
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| Mob ties, Genovese
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| Money trains, centerpiece
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| We started at the bottom, until I got a bird
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| I pull that pussy card, that was all ya heard
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| Haan, haan, haan
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| My whole life been based on that pimp shit
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| Haan
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| No movie, just money, real pimp shit
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| Haan
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| More cities, more bitches, real slick shit
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| Haan
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| My Maybach it matches my outfit
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| That pimp shit
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| Keeping my tool, this shit so cool
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| Rule number one, ain’t no rule
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| Swallow my lines, follow my grind
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| Rich white bitch with a bottle of whine
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| Word to the wise, word to mine
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| Bird a fly, certified, murder eye, dirty die
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| Never had black but she heard of my
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| D O Dub, I done it all, 20 years I bang a ball
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| 91 I had a Lexus nigga
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| Ate seafood for breakfast nigga
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| Caught a few cases in Texas nigga
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| Do kushups 'til my chest get bigger
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| I press a nigga 'til I get it all
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| Real shit bitch I really do ball
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| I am the west to y’all
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| Taught y’all how to invest in ball
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| Best of all, took it on a chest for y’all
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| That’s why I get more than the rest of y’all
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| It’s bad enough I entertain
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| Add it up, gangbang
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| Gat 'em up, slang cane
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| Bag it up, same thang
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| Titty one, titty two
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| Haan
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| See these are essentials, essentially speaking quintessentials
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| Haan
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| I bang it all, I dust it all, I smoke with all my dawgs
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| I bang it all, I dust it all, I smoke with all my dawgs
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| My paint wet, my feet chrome
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| Fuck boys hey, but they sing along
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| The real niggas admire
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| Success makes you inspire
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| Nigga came from the jets, I just hired a pilot
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| Bitches feeding me fruit |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Quintessential , by - Rick Ross. Song from the album Hood Billionaire, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп