Rick Ross - Rah! lyrics

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Rick Ross - Rah! lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Bang, guess who checked in the game Smoke in the air like LeBron James Running this sh** like he Ron Dayne Pull out my dick and just pee on flames She on Wayne, but she ain't what I be on I'm beyond, I pee on you peons for eons I'm in my prime like Deion I'mma shine like neon I'm a Lion like Leon But I'm 'bout to go off, cause that is all I know of I don't have to show y'all, I'd rather show off Yeah, Travis on the Drums Travis on the beat Wayne got the smoke and Game got the heat Weezy F I'm an F'ing star Haha, get it? I'm an FN star Ha, and it's the Rock you ba*tards If I'm the rockstar, will rock you ba*tards [Nicki Minaj] Yo, now all these b**hes wanna try and be my bestie But I take a left and leave them hanging like a testi Trash talk to em then I put em in a hefty Running down the court I'm dunkin on em Lisa Leslie It's going down, basement, friday the 13th guess who's playing Jason Tuck yourself in you better hold on to your teddy It's nightmare on Elm street and guess who's playing Freddy (My chick bad) Chef cooking for me, they say my shoe game crazy The mental Asylum looking for me You a rookie to me I'm in dat wam bam purple Lam' damn b**h you been a fan [Rick Ross] 2Pac in Juice, Radames on the loose 10 chains 'round my neck, haters wish it was a noose Long Maybach and I wish it was a coupe Kush out the jar, car smellin' like duke Quarter milli on the seat, yeah I know I'm a goof Designer underwear, she knows I'm a Gucc' Got the wide body, I'm a fat mother f**er In Swahili I'm screaming “stack mother f**er” Ya homie won't stop until I decide to Until then I'm making rollies for the homies to ride to Smokes on the folds, folks wanna know b**h I'mma boss, best foot's on the blow Keep the hat pulled over, Big P on the front Travis on the drums, big weed on the blunt Being Savage where I'm from, Girls menage from the jump Don't trap me like a punk, Travis handing me the pumps, so [Game] Boom, guess who stepped in the room Dressed in black diamonds like a f**ing monsoon Back from the dead but they never found my k**er So I jumped up out this grave like Michael Jackson in thriller Iller than most emcee's cause I be k**in' ‘em Most emcee's turn into ghost emcee's Yeah, give a drummer some If 32 seville when that all black Hummer run Face off, Nicholas Cage with a gauge I'm famous for k**in' rappers, my style, grenade Cook sh** like Rae, the chef Raekwon The beats are filet mignon without the A1 Who walk like a pitbull, You? who b**h please I ate your favourite rapper's heart out with a 16 Didn't hit the switch on something with fiends Make money with Ruff Ryders, homie, that's Swizz Cheese!