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dj rell - bmf كلمات الأغنية

[produced by lex luger]

[verse 1: rick ross]
my rolls royce triple black, i’m geechee ho
ballin’ in the club, bottles like i’m meech ho
rozay, that’s my nickname
cocaine runnin’ in my big vein
self made, you just affiliated
i build it ground up, you bought it renovated
talkin’ plenty capers nothin’s been authenticated
funny you claimin’ the same b_tch that i’m penetratin’
hold the bottles up, where my comrades?
where the f_ckin’ felons? where my dogs at?
i got that archie bunker
and it’s so white, i just might charge you double
[chorus: rick ross]
i think i’m big meech, larry hoover
whippin’ work, hallelujah
one nation, under god
real n_ggas gettin’ money from the f_ckin’ start
i think i’m big meech, larry hoover
gettin’ work, hallelujah
one nation, under god
real n_ggas gettin’ money from the f_ckin’ start

[verse 2: rick ross]
these m_th_rf_ckers mad that i’m icy
stunt so hard make them come indict me
i think i’m big meech, look at my timepiece
it’s another mere, hundred racks at least
look at yourself, now look at me
you can’t see a n_gga, i’m what you used to be
look at it this way, you n_ggas sideways
always gettin’ money, my n_gga, crime pays
so f_ck a n_gga, i’m self_made
you a sucker n_gga, i’m self_paid
this for my broke n_ggas, this for my rich n_ggas
got a hundred on a head of a snitch n_gga

[chorus: rick ross]
i think i’m big meech, larry hoover
whippin’ work, hallelujah
one nation, under god
real n_ggas gettin’ money from the f_ckin’ start
i think i’m big meech, larry hoover
gettin’ work, hallelujah
one nation, under god
real n_ggas gettin’ money from the f_ckin’ start
[verse 3: styles p]
the thirty_six holes leave you bleedin’, fam
word to them thirty_six o’s in a kilogram
blunt tip, orange like caviar
wildin’ out, fishtailin’, subaru rally car
out the passenger, lettin’ the automatty off
a egg of that girl i’ll knock ya mommy and ya daddy off
f_ck around and knock the emblem on the caddy off
four shooters buggin’ out, bl!ckin’ at ya caddy doors
and did i mention guns from red dead redemption?
nine mils, fifty clip extensions
coke is like a mattress in the hood, i’m flippin’ on it
and the money’s like a chair, i’m sittin’ on it

- dj rell

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