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kyrie - rick ross lyrics

[intro]
(dp on the beat)
man: listen rozay i want some dope, i heard y’all sell dope
ross: so what type of dope you want b-tch?
maybach music

[hook]
b-tches screaming for me like beyonce
work, jumping out the gym like it’s lebron james
this other type of money even make me nervous
i’m standing out the roof, jersey kyrie irving

[verse 1]
stephen curry, under armour on my gang
they hit me close range, b-tch ain’t hit a thing
cut the dog food up with the (?)
the junkies they hit ’em like a canon ball
don’t n-body do it like miami does
bought 20 kilos, coulda bought miami subs
let her snort a line so she can get a buzz
she says she want a dime, i told her get a dub
my city one big hospice, i could pull the plug
them b-tches it’s us before we pulling up
keep it gangster, 20 bottles of bel-air
and got all of the dope boy’s hands in the air

[hook]
b-tches screaming for me like beyonce
work, jumping out the gym like it’s lebron james
this other type of money even make me nervous
i’m standing out the roof, jersey kyrie irving
work, work, work, work, work

[verse 2]
i wanna build a mansion in port-au-prince
speaking creole with all of my haitian friends
kilos for the low and bahamas the (?)
everything is diamond, can’t cop in a drought
i’m breezing through the beats, shout my n-gg- pauchillo
dave grutman in the building, toast like the goodfellas
20 million, baby that’s my water bill
got puffy on the phone talking a quarter bill
piece of honey now i’m talking taco bell
youngest n-gg- in the us with 100 mil
ain’t too many hoes i haven’t done for real
money in my pocket, boy i’m number one for real
benz running and i’m sitting on the trunk
rolling up a blunt, getting my d-ck sucked

[verse 3]
i see you f-cking up like you a donald trump
i cast a vote and get a p-ssy n-gg- slumped
i gave my dog a stack, that sh-t was barely lunch
he got it done and called me back like batter’s up
he hit a bystander which didn’t matter much
and then i ate that p-ssy like captain crunch
we cruising (?) like we was mexican
when it come to your hustle, exhibit excellence
step to my clique and you’ll meet the exorcist
if you’re ever in debt then you’ll be the deficit
in the oval office and i’m iced out
ankle monitor beeping in the white house

- rick ross lyrics

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