Rick Ross - Go To Hell (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Rick Ross - Go To Hell (en) Lyrics
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These are the things I can
do without, come on
I'm talking to you, come on
Dope boy excellence
They gave you life
Elevation, uh (Cool & Dre)
And in return, you gave
Big blunts, dope boys wanna
smoke with me (Uh)
Now we ride double M's through
the whole city (Huh)
Niggas talkin' down, but
they hoes feel me
A nine figure nigga, all I wanna
talk is business (Facts)
I seen a big mouth get a closed casket
Self made, took over the whole racket
A kilo after kilo, see
who movе the most
Two hundred foot yacht, she
wanna see thе coast (Woo)
You can't be chasin' money with
the wrong approach (No)
Commas only comin' once
you got a coach (Huh)
I'm the Walt Frazier, that's
for all ages (Ha)
The Don Shula, shooter niggas,
tall lasers (Brrt)
Bitch boys run to social media (Woo)
Rich nigga, name in Wikipedia (Boss)
If I fuck her once, she wanna
fuck me twice (Huh)
All the real niggas clique up,
let's get rich tonight, uh
Only the real recognize real, I
Give me somethin' I can feel
so I know that it's real, I
This bandemic infectious, bloody
diamonds on this necklace
This bandemic infectious (Bloody
diamonds on this necklace)
Uh, I put fifty on her wrist
to make her nastier
I'm doin' numbers on these niggas,
it ain't no passin' us
Bad bitch suckin' it out
me, Count Dracula
Whole gang with me on
a twenty passenger
Kraft with us, at the table
eatin' crabs with us
Labels callin' everyday
to get some cash to us
'Member they thought I wasn't smart,
they tried to laugh at us
But I still catch 'em at the
door like "Give them Pateks
up" (Give that shit up)
Laugh now, cry later
Play it cool, slide later,
I know I'm gon' die later
On a corner, a four pound, two
dollars, some Now and Laters
I'm a real life survivor, them
people was tryna fade us
Lil' shorty with me fine, she
look like Sanaa Lathan
I don't get her what she want
and she turn into a crybaby
Bye baby, I be out of time, baby
If they catch us on a date, you
blowin' up like the bomb, baby
I made twenty mill' last month, you
better make up yo' mind, baby
You can do anything you want, just
don't get out of line, baby
I'm doin' anything I want, I'm
havin' lunch with Tom Brady
Talkin' 'bout his girl problems,
I can't lie, I related
Only real recognize the real
I was so deep up in the field,
I know how he feel
I ain't make it to the NFL,
but shit, I'm Meek Mill
And every time they see me
fail, shit, I prevail
Every time I rap, it sound like
I'm talkin' in gold and
I'll never sell my soul
Uh, yes
My niggas got indicted, couple
made it back (Uh)
Once you seen a hundred, then
you made a stack (Yes)
I'm coppin' real estate like
I'm still slangin' crack
I left Def Jam once I
made the max (Woo)
Look at how I'm livin',
jugglin' the raps
I told the record labels "You
can keep the plaques" (Huh)
Choppers in the car, it ain't
no need for masks (Brrt)
I do it how I do it with my evil ass
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