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rick ross – summer seventeen كلمات اغاني

[intro]
you scared to die n-gg-?
open your eyes wide and i pray you are

[verse 1: rick ross]
i’m out on bond so i gotta beat it
all the dope boys say they wanna be me (boss)
i got a lick boy, i got a lick
2017 trust me boy, this one is it
i used to smoke the weed until my fingers burn
pool of b-tches f-cking me, i got em’ taking turns
my n-gg- bought the stick but you wanna fade
made runnin’ in the bank a residential thing
all my n-gg-s mad they like f-ck the world
back to standin’ on the ave. with a couple birds
if you a k!ller well i’m tryna see
cause calling the police the only thing free
i had to park that purple lamborghini
and pull that chevy back out on the cement
i’m from the city where they k!ll for nothin’
and all renzel do is push a b-tton

[hook: rick ross]
i want my n-gg-s rich by summer seventeen
i want my n-gg-s rich by summer seventeen
i want my n-gg-s rich by summer seventeen
(all my n-gg-s! i’m talking all my n-gg-s!)
i want my n-gg-s rich by summer seventeen

[verse 2: yo gotti]
i had a quarter mil’ when i was seventeen
quarterback and quarter keys, plus i own the team
rather you than me, rather me than you
riding in that coupe, hanging out shooting
gl-ss panoramic top, i don’t got no roof
your b-tch wishing on a star, i can see the moon
i can count to a million with my eyes closed
and shoot a p-ssy with that chopper while i’m blindfolded
draco, draco, draco (draco) fitted cap a halo (halo)
activis and faygo, no p-ss-es on my payroll
it’s ’bout to be a cold summer, hot winter
this mid-march, i might make it rain ’til september

[hook: rick ross]
i want my n-gg-s rich by summer seventeen
i want my n-gg-s rich by summer seventeen
i want my n-gg-s rich by summer seventeen
i want my n-gg-s rich by summer seventeen

[verse 3: rick ross]
i’m out on bond so i gotta beat it
half a million to my lawyer cause he undefeated
shots fired; you short of breathing
barefoot, cause them kids took your adidas
i’m keepin’ fried fish up in my mama pan
how much y’all detectives call yo’ boy the son of sam
zaca flesh shake up the block, that’s with a hundred grand
put that voodoo on you n-gg-s so that gun’ll jam
you know them n-gg-s k!llers how they name ring
you know them n-gg-s winners how they chain swing
all the b-tches sellin’ p-ssy charge the same thing
richest n-gg- in the hood, we call him rain man

[hook: rick ross]
i want my n-gg-s rich by summer seventeen
i want my n-gg-s rich by summer seventeen
(all my n-gg-s, let’s go!)
i want my n-gg-s rich by summer seventeen
i want my n-gg-s rich by summer seventeen

[outro: rick ross]
lord! i’m talking all my n-gg-s!
all my n-gg-s!
every one of em, n-gg-
summer seventeen n-gg-!

- rick ross

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