Rick Ross - Wuzzup lyrics

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Rick Ross - Wuzzup lyrics

[Verse 1] Tatted tears for my [?] doin' bids in they 40s The height a n***a go to for a penthouse with garages Keep my hand on the hammer, feds on the scanner Bun B in my blood, Pimp C as I chatter Ridin' dirty but my watches, I just took my b**hes shoppin' Just landed in Detroit, I got a b**hes [?] All that talkin', it ain't nothin' Rozay comfy in the pocket Tatted, bridge water runnin' traffic like a faucet Heroin on hollow tips, may I sit you with the highest? No fly zone, muf**er I'm the flyest Go and pay your rent, my new dicky covered in lint Canary pinky ring I've got PETA all on my dick [Chorus] I just pulled up to the office, time to link up with my partners Bring a quarter to the table, we can go and get a dollar Put my b**hes all on hold, crackers hit me up the road They gon' break off any way or time to do it for your woes, wazzup? They say them k**as lookin' for me, wuzzup? They say them people askin' questions, wuzzup? They say them slidas slidin' on me, wuzzup? They say my number's gettin better, wuzzup? [Verse 2] Photoshoot fresh, four cubans layin' on my chest n***a hatin' from the stars, still I wish 'em the best k**a' with no regrets, chinchilla, so finesse Testosterone hella high, survived by gettin' by Polish up all your flaws, you can't be f**in' [?] Finally made it to the majors, stealing bases of course Giving b**hes your money, she giving it to your dog He who pillow talkin' the longest, may you rest in the MOB 48 [?], my dogs a [?] Duck-tape Robert Greene, make him read the Qu'ran Dollars on my neck, BGK on my sweats Cartier frames, Belaire on my breath [Chorus]