Rick Ross - The Pulitzer (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Rick Ross - The Pulitzer (en) Lyrics
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They can't believe that
them niggas returned
We the one that the bitches prefer
In the club, we party
until we get sweaty
In her eyes, I can see that
lil’ mama been ready
Hold my dick, doin' biz
with Liz Claiborne
Politics, I been rich,
so I can pay for it
Doctor J in the bank, scorin'
title in the paint
Ray Kroc on my block, double
cup my purple drank
They watchin’ me close,
even readin' my lips
Bussin' the .45, then I'm
pleadin' the fifth
And I'm leavin' as if that's
a meeting I missed
Such a wonderful time,
even blew ’em a kiss
Timbaland rich, two-fifty a beat
You should see his new crib,
even came with a street
Still be touchin’ the white,
talkin' that Bubba Sparxxx
It got a double R on it
if it’s one of ours
Run along, boy, if you
don't want a war
I got a prize, motherfucker,
it's the Pulitzer
It's pharaoh dinero
They say that the floor is facetious
Fat boy just keep fillin’
the bleachers
Went from sellin' yayo
with the nosebleeds
Young niggas only got rich
with the wrong things
I'm thankful for melodies
that the song bring
Rhymin' longer than prison
sentences in New Orleans
My nigga did a dub, now he at the fed
Shit, it's hard to feel the
love when you takin' meds
Them Percocets, they
heavy on the ledge
Twenty million cash, yes,
that's called success
Thousand acres, my own metropolis
And he still hustle with dominance
Niggas fake and I can tell by the pics
Instagram should take down your page
for all those counterfeits
Gettin' money, it's still Boobie gang
No colors, no flags, just
let the toolie bang
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