Rick Ross - Cigar Music lyrics

Uhh Uhh I'm so compa**ionate with my compositions Check it [Verse 1:] Fascinated with foreign felines Since I was knee high This cigar got me buzzin like a beehive f** my old chick I'm ridin with my new thing In her blue jeans, panties like shoestrings Most wanted, I'm Bid Laden on a beat n***a Rubberband jeans saggin on my feet n***a 100 grand for the wagon and her feet n***a Black flaggin just braggin I'm a street n***a On the grind little rappers wanna eat with us Tryin to shine like birdman man teeth glitters sponsored links VMA find time just to creep with her So coincidental walkin down the street with her My loose cheese scooped up the Gucci In 2 weeks I flew thru the boutiques She get her time livin when I let her go and shop Cruisin in the car click the cuban at the top n***as know that my techs explode Down to go toe to toe before tecmo bowl Biggest boss in the game, chedder I never mind that Cause if it matter c murder would go diamond I reflect as I'm ridin in a Rolls Royce, Get respect because I give these hoes no choice [Chorus:] Because I Because I do it So if you never seen a boss n***a, Then look at me Because I do it And they never seen a boss n***a But now they see Because I do it And I do it I-I-I-I-I And I do it Yeah so now you see what it means To be a boss cause I do it [Verse 2:] I'm the down-south Nas Click so fur Ridin with a fox as the cigar burn n***as sell weed, n***as sell coke If I was sellin dope baby id be sellin both But I'm sellin records everything I touch gold Better yet check the record 3 million sold 2 hand guns on the writers for the shows On the road to the riches when I'm ridin on vogues I elaborate on things I only been bout Besides, we decides whos the in crowd If it's ne-yo and n***as who speakin creo But I got the prove we just keep movin kilos See the Altima it's call it terminator The exact watch only war on terminator I let her ride me like a elevator Clip another cuban as I wait to celebrate her [Chorus] Fascinated with foreign felines That's my design As I recline cut em like key lime We both came now it's right back to the tea time I wanna soda with no vogo and no cheap wine She told me betterer than man broke Walkin on the clouds in my second hand smoke I touched her with the seconds hand stroke Got her mind racin quicker than a Lambo 2 seater it could'ntfit tacara But I promise baby I'll be back tomorrow In a big beamer bumpin Bob Marley Listen closely and hit a woman softly [Chorus]