Rick Ross - Pots And Pans lyrics

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Rick Ross - Pots And Pans lyrics

(chorus:) All I need is bakin soda some pots and pans Little ice up what i can Chick at home sayin I'm no good F**k that I'm gettin out the hood (Verse 1:) What started as a nickel rock Took 22 months now I'm tryna get a block F**k football I'm goin down another path Couldn't past the test To tell the truht I couldn't f**k with math I did get a shcolarship but I blew that Got high, got a ticket and I flew back To the hell zone most straps stand 20 shell toes Get life on yo cell phone Quarter key box of soda Ross whip that Career criminal fa' sho' Ross with that Had to pull my pants up Boy get them brands up Daddy got some cancer I never had the chance to Tell him all my plans to let em' f**k a danca Smokin weed and AmsterDam with his grandson (Damn) Why he pa**ed on me(on me) My last homie(homie) I went and bought a bird F**k I want some cash homie (chorus) (Verse 2:) I never wrote a n***a coat tail Made her took a dope sell F**k it n***a oh wells Smokin on that cla**ified Rollin in that lac' of mine Know my mind stay numb to the world half the time Thinkin bout land rover damn near was f**ked up Found him in the trunk with another dude f**ked up The world f**ked up that's why I'm f**ked up Don't get f**ked up f**k with me ya f**ked up b**h I'ma ride, b**h I'ma die When I holla 305 b**h that's on my life Got a 40 in the car a choppa in the crib The grenades down the street you gotta get it how you live I know n***as turn 1 into 2 and they do what they do And boy them thangs move Fishscale get the big mail In the room full of work In case they came when they inhale (chorus) (Verse 3:) It's time for me to cash in laughin Like Martin in an Aston Martin When I park it I can see ya b**h heartbeat So roll out the red carpet roll up the purple sh** Black navigator flew Gotta shut ya f**kin mouth don't ever take the smooth Thinkin of a greater way to build a greater flow I hope she got some great head that's how I grade a hoe White beamer in the hood shining like a star Look this half a key go to the club and I'ma buy the bar Do it twice a week f**kin b**hes on the other nights Promise E cla** we'll never miss another fight Hundred in the bag 5 birds I'ma grab Turn em' into 8 keep me a clean half Bakin soda in the work, works wonderful Ya see ya dream come true 'cause I'm the truth (chorus)