Rick Ross - Born to Kill (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Rick Ross - Born to Kill (en) Lyrics
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Got a question, you afraid of death?
That's the only question I got for you
Huh, flowers on my grave,
doves in the sky
Rats in the sewer dance when I die
Champagne in the shower,
toast when I cry
I was born to kill, livin' is a crime
Nikes in the box until until
the money fill it
Ski mask in my pocket so
don't make me peel it
Yayo in my blood it's
like I need a rush
Head all in your system
pussies need a flush
Choppers on the seat
as I listen to Meek
Speakin' less to niggas
as bodies increase
See me on your set, better
check your circumference
Might end up on your back
and not being responsive
I was forced to kill 'cause
I want to live
And if you wanna buy a crib
they give you thirty years
Me against the world, pistol
in your clutch
They like to call it freedom,
is was never such
Niggas on the porch,
weed in the blunts
You go against the team, you
ain't seen in months
Bitch nigga died, bitch niggas die
Flowers on his grave, doves in the sky
Pockets full of money
and I need the most
I tell 'bout what you are,
you niggas needle's low
Bitches know you broke just
lookin' at your hoes
They need some newer purses
in the shit they post
Kilo in the mornin',
skip the cappuccino
Bomb under my car like I was Al Pacino
Flowers for a king, flowers for a king
So, the very day I die,
this song you sing
Flowers on my grave, doves in the sky
(Let's go, Snow)
I ain't playin' wit'
'em, no way, no how
Got the .40 in my 'didas
sweats right now
I'm knockin' everythin' down,
bowl three strikes
Had to count up all the paper,
took me three nights
Pray the Lord protect my soul,
I'm just tryin' to make it
Had to leave them niggas 'lone,
they was thinkin' basic
So many hundreds in my pocket
like some Hammer pants
Shit be funny till you ridin'
in that ambulance
Say my name three times,
I'm the Candy Man
So many birds outside
call it Candy Land
Pussy nigga turned to owls,
they like "Who, nigga?"
Brought them bananas for the
monkeys at the zoo, nigga
Powers of position I'm addicted to
That's what sweepin' up the block
just for a nick will do
I put down nickel rocks just
in the nick of time
Now that S500 Benz just
circle fifty times
Hundred shots, don't make
me put that .50 down
When that bitch go off, I bet
it make a nigga proud
Walk up on you and he
make a piggy sound
Then I'm back to the strip club
to blow a bitch' allowance
We know them niggas tellin'
but we hustle harder
I was born to kill, I
pray I die a martyr
You should die today but
I'ma try tomorrow
I always end a threat that's
followed by the flowers
I just got a phone call, that
boy Bo Diddley home
I bet in thirty days that
boy be fifty strong
Race to get a million just
the way we think
Middle of the summer in a cheetah mink
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