Rick Ross - Dead Last (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Rick Ross - Dead Last (en) Lyrics
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Fuck love, I don't need to give
you my heart, don't bleed it
And that shit you pulled that time,
we ain't gon' talk on neither
I'm super loyal, niggas cross
me, I go off on people
And you wonder why I don't call
on people, nah, for real
Yeah, yeah
Over my dead body
Ain't just, "Fuck you,"
it's "Fuck everybody"
Niggas talk behind my back,
I feel a way about it
It hurt me worser when I act
like I don't care about it
They was talkin' to them hoes
and I'm aware about it
Oh, yeah
Said my peace and I got nothin'
left to say about it
Niggas talk behind my back,
I'm aware about it
Act like I don't care about it
Never show my hand, what
they be sayin' 'bout us
Never show the 'Gram how we be playin'
'cause I don't care about it
Chopper to the bully, when we land,
that chopper near by us
Nigga be tryna stand by us,
just to get they level up
He hit the baddest bitch he had in
his life, was standin' next to us
I can't even blame him, he get
high-key on his camera up
'Cause I been really havin' it
my way, this shit for regular
She fuckin' niggas that's regular,
I had to cut her off
My money ain't even regular,
couldn't even fuck her raw
And she know how I'm comin', she
cum every time I fuck her hard
But every time I nut, it just be
somethin' I don't trust at all
Fuck niggas, they'll try treat
me like the underdog
'Til I pulled up on 'em in some
shit like a three-hundred ball
Act like you don't fuck with us, you
know that we don't fuck with y'all
And we can stand on that 'til
when our mothers pull that cover
off, pussy (Yeah, yeah)
Said my peace and I got nothin'
left to say about it (Uh, yes)
Teterboro, pretty girl, she
wanna see the world
Shed a tear, ready to kill,
just give me the word
Free the Lord, I say a prayer
because it mean a lot
Killin' niggas by landslide,
it never even out
Homicides all in my eyes
as long as I'm alive
Birkin bags stuffed full of hundreds,
now let's count 'em out
Movin' on, niggas, they
will do you wrong
Want a war? Little boy, you
better move your mom
Headshot, please, Lord, forgive
me when I air it out (Brrt)
Paid the killers to stay
quiet, really say a lot
Dead and gone, if we brothers,
then we better bond
If I never said, "I love you,
" I must've said it wrong
Sellin' dubs when we wasn't
sellin' much (Woo)
When we was, we gave each
other Michael Rubin hugs
I may have let you beat
me to a watch (Huh)
But I'll never let you
beat me to the top
Sometimes, I wake up like,
"Fuck everybody"
Every thotty that you always
see in every party
Every nigga sleepin' on me
talkin' petty 'bout me
I'm your worst nightmare
and you's a Freddy body
Little homie serial, he
on his seventh body
BM on some shit, still like
that new seven body
I'ma ball 'til I fall, bitch
could never guard me
Comin' short, that ain't no joke
and you can't Kevin Hart me
Niggas think they ridin' dirty,
but they movin' very sloppy
Got me out here on the North,
this shitty very oppy
Got me way up in the hills,
signal very choppy
Pussy very wappy, got a
nigga jewelry shopping
Scoop her in a Sunday, in a cream
whip, then she cherry top me
Then got right back to it,
bitch could never stop me
I should not be taken lightly,
I'm a heavy topic
And broke hoes always trippin',
but it's never tropic
The Spanish mamis say, "I like
you talkin' heavy, papi"
New Pharrell Louis V with
the leather floppies
Pull up to the valet with
the engine revin', papi
Tellin' 'em, "Be easy, this a
foreign, not a Chevy, papi"
Middle finger up like a Tupac picture
Middle finger up, up for
who not with you
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