Rick Ross - John (clean version) lyrics

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Rick Ross - John (clean version) lyrics

Lil Wayne 4-4 bulldog my muthaf**in' pet I point it at you and tell that muthaf**a fetch I'm f**ing her good, she got her legs on my neck I get p**y mouth and a** call that b**h triple threat When I was in jail she let me call her collect But if she get greedy imma starve her to d**h Top down It's upset Been f**in' the world and n***a I ain't cum yet You f** with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck The flight too long I got a bed on the jet The guns are drawn and I ain't talking 'bout a sketch I pay these n***as with a reality check Prepared for the worst but still praying for the best This game is a b**h I got my hand up her dress The money don't sleep, so Weezy can't rest And AK-47 is my f**ing address, huh Rick Ross I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car (ugh, ugh) I got a chopper in the car (ugh, ugh) I got a chopper in the car Lil Wayne Load up the choppers like it's December 31st Roll up and co*k it and hit them n***as where it hurts If I die today, Remember Me like John Lennon Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh Rick Ross Big black n***a in an icy watch Shoes on the coupe, b**h I got a Nike shop Counts the profits you could bring 'em in a Nike box Grinding in my Jordans kick 'em off they might be high Swish! I'm swimming in a yellow b**h (boss) In a red 911 looking devilish Red beam make a b**h n***a sit down Thought it were bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time Drop Palmolive in a n***a dope Make it come back even harder than before Baby I'm the only one that paid your condo Well connected got k**ers off in Chicago I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car (ugh, ugh) I got a chopper in the car (ugh, ugh) I got a chopper in the car Lil Wayne Load up the choppers like it's December 31st Roll up and co*k it and hit them n***as where it hurts If I die today, Remember Me like John Lennon Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh Talk stupid get ya head popped I got that Esther, b**h I'm red fox Big B's, Red Sox I get money to k** time, dead clocks You f**in' with a n***a who don't give a f** Empty the clip, then roll the window up p**y-n***a sweet, you n***as Cinnabon I'm in a red b**h, she said she finna cum 200 dolla on the chain, I don't need a piece That banana clip, let Chiquita speak Dark shades, Eazy-E Five letters: YMCMB b**h-a** n***a p**y-a** n***a I see you lookin', what you lookin' at n***a You know the rules: k** 'em all and keep movin' If I died today, it'd be a holiday, huh Rick Ross I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car so don't make it come alive Rip yo a** apart, then I pull myself together YMCMB, double M, we rich forever (huh) The bigger the bullet the more that b**h go bang Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint Red Lamborghini 'till I gave it to my b**h My first home invasion, pocket gain and forty bricks Son of a b**h, then I made a great escape Ain't it funny momma, only son be baking cakes Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm Santa Claus n***as gather round, got gifts for each and all of y'all Take it home and let it bubble that's the double up If you get in trouble that just mean you f**in' up It's a cold world, I need a bird to cuddle up I call the plays, muthaf**a' huddle up Lil Wayne I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car