Rick Ross - John lyrics

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Rick Ross - John lyrics

[Intro] Just saw an alien saucer approaching from the sky Radio contact has been attempted but cannot be established Instructions are to prepare for an attack by an unknown enemy [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Fo' fo' bulldog: my motherf**ing pet I point it at you and tell that motherf**er "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, I'ma starve her to d**h Top down, it's upset Been f**ing 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 [Hook: Rick Ross & Lil Wayne] I'm not a star, somebody lied, I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car, I got a chopper in the car 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 [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Big black n***a in a icey watch Shoes on the coupe, b**h I got a Nike shop Count the profits you could bring 'em in a Nike box Grinding in my Jordans kick 'em off they might be hot, swish! I'm swimming in a yellow b**h in the 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 car notes Well connected got k**ers off in Chicago [Hook] I'm not a star, somebody lied, I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car, I got a chopper in the car 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 [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Talk stupid, get ya head popped I got that Esther, b**h I'm Redd Foxx Big B's, Red Sox, I get money to k** time, dead clocks Your f**ing with a n***a who won't give a f** Empty the clip then roll the window up p**y n***a sweet, them n***as Cinnabon I'm in a red b**h, she said she finna come 200 thou' on a 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 ya looking, with ya looking a** n***a You know the rules, k** them all and keep moving If I died today it'd be a holiday [Verse 4: 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 The bigger the bullet the more that b**h gon' bang Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my b**h My first home invasion, papi gave me 40 bricks Son of a b**h, then I made a great escape Ain't it funny mom her 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**ing up It's a cold World I need a bird to cuddle up I call the plays, motherf**er huddle up [Hook] I'm not a star, somebody lied, I got a chopper in the car I got a chopper in the car, I got a chopper in the car