Rick Ross - I Love My b**hes lyrics

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Rick Ross - I Love My b**hes lyrics

A month ago, I gave a chick a hundred stacks Straight to Neiman Marcus, young b**h had a heart attack Aww man, I love my b**hes Bottles, Beamers, Brand New Benz's Barbies, ballerina's and Britney's Barbera Streisand edition Bentleys Bricks, big face hundreds in bundles Boy, I'm a boss, I rose from the jungles God forgives and these k**ers won't In a room full of heathens, good n***as die alone Better start taking notes as I'm taking tokes The hood wanna see you die and they taking votes My vision always mentioned coke My women never sit in coach Aww man, I love my b**hes Tongue kissin' a dark skinneded vixen Fifty, sixty racks, I might go blow a hundred though Jet owner, G5, where you wanna go? f** your ex's baby, really, that's your past? Load up your carry-on's and all it is is cash Aww man, I love my b**hes Aww man, I love my b**hes Aww man, I love my b**hes East coast to West coast, all my b**hes Aww man, I love my b**hes Aww man, I love my b**hes Aww man, I love my b**hes East coast to West coast, all my b**hes Tryna' bring you into my world, baby Just stand there, You the canvas, I'mma paint the picture You never met another n***a, you know, f** it, take it Am I really just a narcissist Cause I wake up to a bowl of Lobster bisque? And I wake up on some mobbin' sh** With a great view and half my n***as swappin' bricks It's just a way of life For the king of diamonds, so I gotta stay tonight Fifty cash in the Louis for the chicken wings Started in a neighborhood and now we on to bigger things Large clique of my constituents Combination to the safe, straight to the Benjamins Living life to the fullest was the emphasis Making love to Mary J's "Reminisce" Aww man, I love my b**hes Aww man, I love my b**hes Aww man, I love my b**hes East coast to West coast, all my b**hes It was all good just a week ago Paper tag on the Panamera, my speakers blow My b**h sittin' cute, she left her panties home s**in' the dick of the don, I'm talking Miami's own Money like (LeBron James), money like (Dwyane Wade) (Play it right) peelin' two off the dealership in the same day (Say it right) paid like Mark Clayton, Mark Duper Soon as n***as start hatin', start shootin' Come along, money longer than Olajuwan's Lotta one's, all the b**hes gotta model one's Tongue pierced, dick s**ed, said "I swallowed once" Fifty million, I'm the only one that got it done Aww man, I love my b**hes Aww man, I love my b**hes Aww man, I love my b**hes East coast to West coast, all my b**hes Aww man