Rick Ross - Made N*GGAZ lyrics

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Rick Ross - Made N*GGAZ lyrics

Intro: Menace co..... Verse 1:Rick Ross Bump me in Fila, my mi-mind thinking in Creole They call me the chef, you know I fry like Gruyère Started learning the ropes Sweat sous in the Lotus Homie taught me to whip So he made us a toast They speak my name like a myth, when they got me a ghost Picked him up in the sweep They gave my-my mind the most They be hard on real (real) gotta stay on my toes They be watching my twitter, gotta watch what I post Now it's all 'bout our k**ers, wrong one to approach What you spent on ya' video, that went on a coat Spent a million with Jacob, another several with Johnny I mean look at the bezel, we got it looking Versace Verse 2: Game I AM, like Nas' album cover 28's powder covered Pillsbury dopeboy, I-I I know all about an oven I know all about dimes, she know all about a phantom She be with them dirty birds, I know all about a Lammen Zone 4, zone 5, zone 6, 7 to ball like Roy Hibbert...7 2 Be on my pimp sh** like 19 72 World is my bathroom, I'm sh**ting, like Devon do I was born 11 2, 9 in my waist And I'll buss it baby, put these pliers in ya' face And when ya see me, I want you to think LeBron and Kobe Red and yellow diamonds n**ga, shine Rollie I'm a baller n**ga, swagger scattered me 10 b**hes to every n**ga, just like I said Unknown - Still up in that trap getting guap Out the sewer, now my crib size of co-op I'll be black rat with that block We be them brick squad, ask Lock Versace sh**, so Chop Coulda been St. Quentin or block But I do door that Ghost I stack two floors that loaf I'll be 46 for that coach I'll be 5/6 for that rope Huuuuuuuuuuuh Make me so sick I go violent Jam on no time to Cheat on my b**h You know I'm designer's But I'm just a product of my environment Young n**ga, young n**ga Pop pills, make mills young n**ga Got rich, stay trill young n**ga Still talking that still, young man