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rick ross – nobody كلمات اغاني

[intro: diddy]
you wanted to f-cking walk around these roaches
these n-gg-s is roaches
these n-gg-s is mere motherf-ckin’ mortals
i’m tryna push you to supreme being
you don’t wanna motherf-ckin’
you don’t wanna embrace your destiny
you wanna get by
you don’t wanna go into the motherf-ckin’ dark
where it’s lonely
you can’t handle the motherf-ckin’, the pain
of the motherf-ckin’ not knowin’ when the sh-t is gonna stop

[hook: french montana]
mama’s trying to save me
but she don’t know i’m trying to save her
man, them n-gg-s tried to play me
man, ’til i got this paper
you’re n-body ’till somebody kills you

[verse 1: rick ross]
“blast for me” — the last words from my n-gg-
on the pavement, born killers, body shivers
drug money, dollar figures
hustlers moving out of rentals
all the war is mental
having sushi down in n-bu
strapped like an afghan soldier
nowhere to go to so it’s bang
no survivors, only riders on my rider
murder rate rises, stalking n-gg-s on their ig’s
never ib, still solo, underarm is still polo
no wire, on fire
my desire for fine things made me a liar
a shooter, getting high feeling like it’s voodoo
nine lives, sk with the cooler
makaveli in the ‘rari, still b-i double g, i, e
i pray you smoke with me
go to bed with a kilo like a c-note
janet reno, we all we got the creed to nino
pretty cars in the driveway
if you cut it then you sideways
double up, crime pays

[interlude: diddy]
you f-cking wanna walk around with these n-gg-s?
what the f-ck is their culture?
where the f-ck is their souls at?
what defines you?
these n-gg-s with these f-cking silly looks on their faces
you wanna walk around with them or you wanna walk with god, n-gg-?
make up your got d-mn mind

[verse 2: rick ross]
i’m from where the streets test you
n-gg-s mix business and pleasure
where the cocaine measure
the narcotics is our product
the by-product, you walk up on me, i c-ck it
new mercedes as it peels off
nothing penetrates the steel doors
gang signs, see ’em all
i said my prayer as i’m counting sheep
never really athletic, but i play for keeps
do you feel me?
the mortician, the morgue filling with more snitches
we kill ’em and taking their b-tches, r.i.p
chinchillas on a winter night
black bottles when the feeling like you wanna know what winter’s like
and i’m never on that tour bus
just a decoy for n-gg-s, the pj’s, there’s two of us
ciroc boys down to die for diddy
my n-gg-s ride for less, keep it real, homie, make me filthy
touch mine until you receive and kill
like i’m knowing every heathen will
closed the deal with steven hill
we magic city of the networks
cut a n-gg- cast off, how my n-gg- net works

[outro: diddy]
f-ck you wanna talk about?
f-cking jewelries and bentley’s and hublot’s
and f-cking art that n-gg-s ain’t got on their f-cking walls
and f-cking mansions n-gg-s ain’t got
n-gg-s can’t even pay the irs, let alone their f-cking staff, n-gg-
you gotta tell the truth, man
the truth’ll set you free, son
the truth will set you free

- rick ross

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