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Тут найдется любой текст песни: Исполнитель: Rick Ross
Песня: Blow
Добавил: Гость
Rick Ross – Blow 0[Chorus Rick Ross (Dre)] This outta jean, and the head full of dough (Yeah) Bottle on tha’ rosé, pass me some mo' I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow (Bloooowwww) Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow (Bloooowwww) Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow [Verse 1 Rick Ross] Way up in them Tailie Hills, burnin' like the sun set A nigga' wit' a attitude, take it outta' context Ride wit' that big thangs, lookin' like a parmtret Beer than beer Afghan in a palm best Ross, straight on the defro' Makavali's on the Maybach, kicks retro She wanna gaves at the sauce Pullin' up at the juice, gettin’ sage for the jaw Rick Ross, I'm the best in the flesh Gettin' less than reject, it's a way to reflect Hard work, painties off, I'm a boss, you can tell By the balls in the pail, and the bottles that we shell I'm in a real, a state, in a real, a state of mine We came for trigga' plate, kill a nigga' for a dime I'm tryna' chill today, I got a million on my mind Dice in my hand, one roll, I blow ya' mind [Chorus Rick Ross (Dre)] This outta jean, and the head full of dough (Yeah) Bottle on tha’ rosé, pass me some mo' I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow (Bloooowwww) Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow (Bloooowwww) Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow [Verse 2 Rick Ross] Mo' trips, mo' whips, mo' money, I'm mo' rich Mo' hatas', mo' clips, mo' jewels, mo' chris Half a hundread grand, this a rubberband That's all vest, in my other hand On the other hand, I'm still pitchin' other Hen' All soft, balls off, bitch a stunna', man Mo' trucks, mo' bucks, mo' freaks, mo' butts I see the vision, for club vision, the prephet I get brain, I bust nuts, in each states Soon as I see what I'm lookin' for I sit up in that seat, they cut em' off on them 24's There it goes, baby gurl' come talk wit' tha' boss I pop a rose bottles, you can get ya' shoes off [Chorus Rick Ross (Dre)] This outta jean, and the head full of dough (Yeah) Bottle on tha’ rosé, pass me some mo' I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow (Bloooowwww) Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow (Bloooowwww) Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow [Verse 3 Rick Ross] Ever seen a fat boy in a big body Know you wanna sit bout' me, all you do is sick bobby Less a part, mess to get kicked daddy Next day, buy a condo to get kick outty We don't take it for the few, this is what I do Wait em’ on the beach, all my diamonds off gonna' blue So let's party like the pack jam, Pacman Fifty grand, stack in my lap man Get a lap dance, and if you get my dick hard This ya' last chance, to up up on that big car Wit' tha' Fat Man, certified Hood Star But wit’ a millionaire, look bitch you gone far This the movement, a few niggas' you wanna' move wit' Gucci on my feet, see I'm only in that new shit Ha, they say life's a bitch But close ya' eyes for a minute, and just bite this dick, it’s Ross [Chorus Rick Ross (Dre)] This outta jean, and the head full of dough (Yeah) Bottle on tha’ rosé, pass me some mo' I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow (Bloooowwww) Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow (Bloooowwww) Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow [Chorus Rick Ross (Dre)] This outta jean, and the head full of dough (Yeah) Bottle on tha’ rosé, pass me some mo' I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothe |
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