Rick Ross - 737 lyrics

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Rick Ross - 737 lyrics

(Chorus 2x) I'm fresh from my head to feet (to my feet) 737 get like me (like me) So fly but we keep it so street (so street) Check my swag and do it like me Verse 1 Yeah I'm flyer than the best of them Fresher than the rest of them 737 b**h, that's the new testament Picture perfect specimen of pimpin' in the flesh I make top down music or chrom just to flex a bit Debonaire veteran, know your tired of peddlin' with petty rappers who say they're trappers with no medicine Plus I'm riding better than, half of them who swear by that Know that I'm a client but i'm still the player-president Lavish is the residence Plus I f** with Meryll-Lynch Hotter than a kettle b**h and i got presidence Over lames who claim they on some better sh** b**h n***az delicate, been the sh** ever since 1983 80's baby and i'm hellarich, ridin' while i text your b**h Tell her she's my favorite, let her s** me out She like vanilla berry flavor dick Jiggolo I'm heaven sent, n***az hate to use it (Chorus 2x) Verse 2 Man I'm on the scene with a polo and jeans that's so clean You should see the way your b**h neck lean when I'm gleamin' n***az say they fly but they don't understand the meanin' Suave House, we been here we not leavin' Jiggolo I'm cool but look see these heathens That bust a n***a head on sight no more breathin' Just give them a reason to click and then clack Don't try em they been to jail and they dyin' to go back You ain't 737 cause you got a lil' beamer Pockets on beast buy you earn a lil' leaner Man up a squad pimp you better get your team up Flood you like Katrina, you gonna need FEMA A great imagination but an even better dreamer To think you try to see us, it's best you try to be us To go to war you'll probably need Jesus Please believe us we will not ease up (Chorus 2x) Verse 3 See I used to be modest about it but they doubters So I put it in their face and let them see that i'm about it You wanna shine like me but your cues too clouded These VVS's got my charms so crowded If you could only see all this money that I've counted Came a long way from pushin' carts in Thomas County Now they crowd around me, tell me I'm that new n***a From Phoenix to Mississippi, I'm down to talent n***a No need for a hint of febreeze my feces is so easy on the nose, it's like berry and roses For those of you that's slow, my sh** got no odor Flip her like yoga, f** her and then show her To the door cause, I'm on a dough hunt I'm runnin' circles bout this paper call me dough nuts And this is no luck, I'm in the fore front Cuz I'm the sh**, f**in' dirty roll the dro up (Chorus til Close)