Rick Ross - Wild Ones lyrics

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Rick Ross - Wild Ones lyrics

[Chorus: MeetSims] I gave my life, my heart, my soul to you motherf**ers How you gonna hate on me? These sticks, these stones [?] with my bones I swear I'll burn this motherf**er to the ground [?] to turn your back on me f**ing with a wild, wild one [Verse 1: Rick Ross] I'm captivatin' the b**hes, gold flow in my veins In my Yeezy Adidas and I'm still running from fame A lot of men to recover, a lot of money to gain Double M in this b**h, like Troy Ave I'ma bang Double park my Carrera, ever step, that's an error Go to war for dinero, you better get on my level He lost his crib to the bank, while I'm swimming in dank Lessons learned in life, n***a you give or you take She swallowed me on the first, still a hundred a verse [?] shells in the heat cause my last season was [?] Pat Riley of rap, all my n***as got rings Or at least a Ferrari, they need police on the scene [Chorus: MeetSims] I gave my life, my heart, my soul to you motherf**ers How you gonna hate on me? These sticks, these stones [?] with my bones I swear I'll burn this motherf**er to the ground [?] to turn your back on me f**ing with a wild, wild one [Verse 2: 2 Chainz] I did it for the streets with my mama in mind I had s** with a twin, had the other one crying Our time is divine, I recline or retire I ain't tired of the grind, I'm just tired of you lying Told my b**h "I got your back," tat my name on her spine Got my hand on her a**, Givenchy's on the gas Got semis in the dash, I got a van full of ballers like a soccer dad I just had to laugh 1-50 in reverse and I know not to crash If I roll my own joints, then I'm not gon' pa** I'm getting more paper, I need to get me more haters I got things bling and this flavor, got this sh** looking like Vegas [Chorus: MeetSims] I gave my life, my heart, my soul to you motherf**ers How you gonna hate on me? These sticks, these stones [?] with my bones I swear I'll burn this motherf**er to the ground [?] to turn your back on me f**ing with a wild, wild one [Verse 3: Kevin Gates] How you feel? I don't give a f** Love to tell a b**h n***a no p**y n***a get it out the mud Multi-platinum, think I'm going gold Phone ringin', put 'em on hold Grinding, tryna keep it in road Deal with sh** that you'll never know By the rules, sticking to the code Fast cars, status in the game Got a reputation with the name Pa**ed the lane, I just want the change Rappers lame, n***as want the fame Get out of the way, b**hes say I changed Love the Range, that'll probly change Run upon me when you think I am slipping Big sh** gripper, I ain't timid [?] You would think I'm talking [?] Big b**h always giving mention Feel a way to get it off your chest G Shock watch tell the time These blocks over here is mine Crap in the barrel a** n***a Grab at ya while you tryna climb [Chorus: MeetSims] I gave my life, my heart, my soul to you motherf**ers How you gonna hate on me? These sticks, these stones be with my bones I swear I'll burn this motherf**er to the ground [?] to turn your back on me f**ing with a wild, wild one