Rick Ross - Imperial High (altyazı ve şarkı sözleri)
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Rick Ross - Imperial High (en) şarkı sözleri
by RentAnAdviser.com
Money through the roof, it got
it falling through the sky
Got me counting money
on a Percocet high
Perpetuate petty niggas
awaiting my demise
Noose around my neck, you
think a young nigga kind
Lookin' deep into my eyes,
you wanna see me rise
Who was born commitin' sins?
You better watch the signs
King of all kings, black Rothschilds
One nigga from the South
a get you crossed out
So fuck where you from and
fuck what you sold
Watch how you come or watch how it go
I diss who you fear 'cause
I knew they'd fold
And now I'm richer than them
niggas, I could do the most
Money through the roof, it's
falling from the sky
Counting money on a Pеrcocet high
I watch how you speak,
I listen to your tonе
The watches that you wear,
this different time zones
Crispy calamari, tears for the foes
Murder undercover strip
from your clothes
Coupes for the curbs, suicide doors
Suits to be served for the drug lords
Clubs full of haters,
tips for the waiters
Body count, AK-47's made us
Bal Harbour shops, ninety in a knot
In Design District, boy,
you see me at the top
Collins Ave, get the coco
from the coast guard
Coast clear, let's reward
the ones who cook raw
Dolce & Gabbana buttoned to the neck
Still hoping that Your Honor
let the jury rest
It's buttoned to the neck
Praying that Your Honor
let the jury rest
All I wanna do is watch the ship float
As the sunset, I'm talking big dope
Money through the roof, it's
falling through the sky
Spent two hundred for the coupe,
they wanna shoot inside
Fuck wearing vests, I knew
they wouldn't fit
I'm too slow to run, that'd
get me flipped
They want me broke but a nigga rich
I'm talking real money, and
not just nigga rich
Rap beefs'll get you niggas
buried back east
At least, bitch niggas better act easy
I bought the restaurant,
she sold your metaphors
I held my niggas down, you
hit the panic doors
I'm not impressed by the paintings
on these niggas walls
But will he really draw when
in amidst the war?
I do it for my homies
up against the ropes
Twenty years in this,
talking to a ghost
My homie in the pen' until
the day he die
I put it on his books and
give it to his wife
He told me not to visit
and to live my life
All these broke niggas
gotta run inside
Goyard luggage, I just wanna fly
I pray my niggas get to
see that other side
Hundred bricks a boy out in St. Croix
For the big belly ass rude boy
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