Rick Ross - Summer Seventeen lyrics

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Rick Ross - Summer Seventeen lyrics

You scared to die n***a? Open your eyes wide and I pray you are I'm out on bond so I gotta beat it All the dope boys say they wanna be me (boss) I got a lick boy, I got a lick 2017 trust me boy, this one is it I used to smoke the weed until my fingers burn Pool of b**hes f**ing me, I got em' taking turns My n***a bought the stick but you wanna fade Made runnin' in the bank a residential thing All my n***as mad they like f** the world Back to standin' on the Ave. with a couple birds If you a k**er well I'm tryna see Cause calling the police the only thing free I had to park that purple Lamborghini? And pull that Chevy back out on the cement I'm from the city where they k** for nothin' And all Renzel do is push a bu*ton I want my n***as rich by summer seventeen I want my n***as rich by summer seventeen I want my n***as rich by summer seventeen (All my n***as! I'm talking all my n***as!) I want my n***as rich by summer seventeen I had a quarter mil' when I was seventeen Quarterback and quarter keys, plus I own the team Rather you than me, rather me than you Riding in that coupe, hanging out shooting Gla** panoramic top, I don't got no roof Your b**h wishing on a star I can see the moon I can count to a million with my eyes closed, and shoot a p**y with that chopper while I'm blindfolded Draco, draco, draco (draco), fitted cap a halo (halo) Activis and Faygo, no pussies on my payroll It's 'bout to be a cold summer, hot winter This year in march, I might make it rain 'til September I want my n***as rich by summer seventeen I want my n***as rich by summer seventeen I want my n***as rich by summer seventeen I want my n***as rich by summer seventeen I'm out on bond so I gotta beat it Half a million to my lawyer cause he undefeated Shots fired; you short of breathing Barefoot, cause them kids took your Adidas I'm keepin' fried fish up in my mama pan How much y'all detectives call yo' boy the son of Sam Zaca flesh shake up the block, that's with a hundred grand Put that voodoo on you n***as so that gun'll jam You know them n***as k**ers how they name ring You know them n***as winners how they chain swing All the b**hes sellin' p**y charge the same thing Richest n***a in the hood, we call him Rain Man I want my n***as rich by summer seventeen I want my n***as rich by summer seventeen (All my n***as, let's go!) I want my n***as rich by summer seventeen I want my n***as rich by summer seventeen Lord! I'm talking all my n***as! All my n***as! Every one of em, n***a Summer seventeen n***a!