Singer: Rick Ross
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Song: Imperial High
Rick Ross - Imperial High Subtitles (vtt) (03:23-203-0-en) (PARTIAL PREVIEW)
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by RentAnAdviser.com
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Money through the roof, it got
it fallin' through the sky
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Got me countin' money
on a Percocet high
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Perpetuate petty niggas
awaitin' my demise
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Noose around my neck, you
think a young nigga kind
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Lookin' deep into my eyes,
you wanna see me rise
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Who was born commitin' sins?
You better watch the signs
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King of all kings, black Rothschilds
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One nigga from the South
a get you crossed out
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So fuck where you from and
fuck what you sold
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Watch how you come or watch how it go
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I diss who you fear 'cause
I knew they'd fold
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And now I'm richer than them niggas,
I could do the most (M-M)
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Money through the roof, it's
fallin' from the sky
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Countin' money on a Percocet high
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I watch how you speak,
I listen to your tone
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The watches that you wear,
this different time zones
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Crispy calamari, tears for the foes
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Murder undercover strip
from your clothes
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Coupes for the curbs, suicide doors
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Suits to be served for the drug lords
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Clubs full of haters,
tips for the waiters
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Body count, AK-47's made us
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Bal Harbour shops, 90 in a knot
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In Design District, boy,
you see me at the top
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Collins Ave', get the cocoa
from the coast guard
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Coast clear, let's reward
the ones who cook raw
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Dolce & Gabbana buttoned to the neck
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Still hopin' that Your Honor
let the jury rest
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It's buttoned to the neck
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Prayin' that Your Honor
let the jury rest
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All I wanna do is watch the ship float
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As the sunset, I'm talkin' big dope
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Money through the roof, it's
fallin' through the sky
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Spent two hundred for the coupe,
they wanna shoot inside
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Fuck wearin' vests, I knew
they wouldn't fit
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I'm too slow to run, that'd
get me flipped
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They want me broke but a nigga rich
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I'm talkin' real money, and
not just nigga rich
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Rap beefs'll get you niggas
buried back east
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At least, bitch niggas better act easy
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