Rick Ross - Two Three lyrics

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Rick Ross - Two Three lyrics

[Hook] I ball like I'm two-three b**h I hustle like I'm two-three I'm on the block like two-three b**h I'm back, y'all n***as remember me? I ball like I'm two-three n***a hustle like two-three I'm on the block like two-three Now I'm back b**h, y'all remember me? [Verse 1: Master P] Michael Jordan of the street sh** So hard, showed you n***as how to eat, b**h Twenty-three on my muthaf**in' pinky finger Twenty-three million on the mansion, what you thinkin'? p**y n***a, you gon' stop me? Fake n***a ain't make me Twenty-three years old when I got rich Twenty-three thousand, spend it on an outfit Versace know me by my muthaf**in' first name Twenty-three grand, [?] on my f**in' chain Twenty-three on muthaf**in' Forbes, n***a Twenty-three exotic cars in the garage, n***a [Hook] [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Drop from the line, my tongue hang out of my mouth People rush in the trap, my n***as runnin' 'em out My lil whoa wanna ball, he keep ski-masking off cars Holidays around the corner, sold a fake key to his dawg [?] for the shoot, n***as die on your [?] See me in that Mpisane, b**h I knock out your noodle Bought my whoa a Camaro, all my b**hes Sahara I got that make you disappear money, abracadabra n***as up in the rafters, it's the Heat verse the Raptors We sit with the owners, yeah there go those rappers I don't need no tickets, trap jump like it's Blake Griffin I'm worth fifty tickets, p**y don't make no difference [Hook]