Rick Ross - Justice (feat. Gudda Gudda) lyrics

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Rick Ross - Justice (feat. Gudda Gudda) lyrics

Sometimes when I'm smoking that sh**, right bird Man you ever just pray my n***a This for all the hustlers Sometimes I get so high, I just pray my n***a We hustling I be coughing this sh**, hustle And I just be thinking bout We blast off, god love us, my n***a Real talk Sometimes I recite song 27 : the lord is my light and my salvation Whom shall I fear? Not nothing of these f** Coming up a n***a had to fight for erything Now I'm at the fight 3 rows from the ring Call some don king, …jay z Looking at this picture, b**h better say cheese Who shine like boss, a birdman junior We still got birds, don't let birdman fool ya We just so blessed, lexus stretched Tears in my eyes and I mean The fam so trill, we just so rich You could f** my b**h, let me f** your b**h Sacks in the attic, ciroc on the yachts Knots in the pockets, baleys, no socks Cash is a heavy, monkey on my back So I'm riding with my dog, with the chicken on my lap Fascinated with the shine, get high off the H Call you when I come down Young gutter, been running for 10 summers Bad b**hes lust, you pay for p**y, they front us Young boss talking, you lil n***as is runners The deals that I'm aching to turn, my gun is the stunnest It's lies that you speak, the truth lies in numbers The wheels on the new coupe, humongous Bet that, maybach wet black Curtains close on the motherf**er when I sit back Yeah, got the game from the stunner man Yeah, but I still keep it gutter man Money wrapped up in a rubber band Give it to my b**h, tell her blow a lane nothing down Just a young n***a sh**ting, dumping Maybach music in the maybach bumping Gt vodka got me feeling right Just a young n***a getting money man I'm living right Oh you lil fresh lil fly like that n***a, H Rest in peace to the rest in peace Come through n***a when I came through shooting n***as popping off so I had to shoot him Shot him up, pop it off, that's how we do it Got the money moved out and that's how we do it Ak, I'm in the hallway, you n***as get sprayed You n***as can't fade, get laid A n***a get flayed f** a n***a when we land, man we wet Chop em all then we chopped up Chopped up, got other n***as chopped up Upstate n***a came together got bucked Ain't nothing came so we did it, so we did us Another night in the new bus Smoke till we see dust Another b**h and she on us Ball till we can't flush This that H experience This the volume one, lost tapes These records was recorded years ago b**h we make time this music Catch up, we hustlers We winners, we rich, we the greatest We the best, b**h we the business We made it, we will never stop Birdman, ricky rozay Miami, new Orleans, every ghetto across the world Every hood, every project You feel the pain in the music We out here, H