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trap luv - rick ross lyrics

[skit: kenneth “b00bie” williams]
dudes can’t appreciate, you know what i’m saying, county and wealth, you know what i mean, as far as like inner wealth, you know what i mean? when you see when you the fool

[intro: yo gotti]
i’m in a jungle
lions, tigers and gorillas and sh-t n-gga
it’s a lot of monkey -ss n-ggas out here too
‘lotta hustle n-gga
rules, laws, strategy

[verse 1: yo gotti]
10 million dollars later i’m a blessin’ n-gga
how a n-gga rich but still stressin’ n-gga
glock .40, smith & wesson n-gga
streets will never ever stop testin’ n-ggas
youngin’ give ’em a head shot, send a message n-gga
part rapper, part goon, still finessin’ n-gga
i believe in hustle i don’t f-ck with luck
and it’s f-ck em k!ll em all if they don’t f-ck with us
them three letters mean a lot boy, sacrifices
cocaine mafia, double check the prices
n-ggas k!llin’ n-ggas like they got a license
n-ggas crossin’ over like they allen iverson
f-ck that iphone 6, they be trackin’ n-ggas
i’m about to get a beeper, fade to black on n-ggas
gotti, goodnight, i’m gone
i be back when they quit livin’ through phones
when n-ggas put the gram down and pick the grams up
you got follows but no dollars man that sh-t ain’t addin’ up
nah, and all the dirt i done, all the bricks i sold
i can’t sleep at night, paranoid it shows
i be strapped on stage, f-ck the award show
cause i shoot this b-tch up and only god knows

[skit]
yeah like i told you a long time ago fam, y’all gon’ hold it against you. i keep fightin’ doin’ this to y’all. every time i get somethin’ in the mail whether it’s favorable or not from the courts, i keep puttin’ it down because y’all are my motivation. i appreciate the love

[verse 2: rick ross]
n-ggas ridin’ gold rims and they mama po
and they k!ll a family member for that envelope’
i’m the lionel richie to these commodores
we flipped pies to franchisin’ dominoes
i speak for dope boys every track i’m on
until this day my people never rat or told
posted 20 in, i’m talkin’ fed pen
the line between us both have gained so very thin
amongst my boys, i’m w.e.b. du bois
souls of black folk to hustle wasn’t a choice
rap game everybody skimmin’ off the top
f-ck the interest as long as you pull it off the lot
hoes wanna f-ck, haters wanna hate
certified sack boy, black ronald reagan
double m no longer that buick regal money
nickel bag n-ggas so don’t make me put a kilo on it
negotiatin’ for it or either we take it
n-ggas even shootin’ choppers in a f-ckin’ cadence
fell out with some people that i still love
i guess that’s how it goes when it’s real blood
i remember countin’ cash standin’ in the trap
i turned my hat to the back, had a hundred stacks
60 m’s later, it’s 300 tax
still losin’ weight with the south on my back, n-gga

[bridge: rick ross]
i pray you play by the rules
i came so close to the edge
i pray you play by the rules
i came so close to the edge
i pray you live by these rules
we came so close to the edge
i pray you play by the rules

[outro: rick ross]
ain’t no mercy young n-gga
it’s the jungle, locs
and i pray you rich forever
gotti, i pray you rich forever
all my n-ggas i pray you rich forever
when you smokin’ and you vibin’ to this sh-t
i pray you rich forever my n-gga
hood billionaire

- rick ross lyrics

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