Rick Ross - Revelations (altyazı ve şarkı sözleri)
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Rick Ross - Revelations (en) şarkı sözleri
by RentAnAdviser.com
I sincerely, I sincerely
pray you niggas richer
I sincerely pray you niggas richer
Wake up another day as I
begin it with a prayer
Pistol on the chair, OK,
begin with my affairs
See me in the city, boy
you living on a ledge
Feed me to the demons or just
leave me to the feds
I just bought a couple Checkers cause
it's like a game of Chess
Beefin' on the records but I
pray them niggas blessed
Feedin' all my bitches, and
love to see your dress
I want to fuck 'em all, so
forgive me, I'm obsessed
I'ma ball with my dawgs, standing
tall in the arena
LeBron on the call, it ain't
no problem if I need him
Garage full of cars, swear
to God a nigga eatin'
Do it all with the boss, so
the mob get a breather
I pray I never kill another man
I'm thankful that I'm richer
than I've been
I wanna travel roads that
I have never been
I pray my niggas get that same chance
Double up the money, now
I'm loading up the jets
Flying over Paris, and we
smoking on the west
Face card clean, that's today
and 'til the death
Life is just a lease, I
only own my respect
I see you getting money, now you
beefin' with your brother
Evil motherfucker, wanna
leave him in a puddle
Filled full of greed, wouldn't
even feed his mother
Quarter million in this Chevy,
got a new one every summer
Pussy start droppin' as
we run the numbers up
We kill 20 niggas if you
murder one of us
Can a nigga live, but
the money is a must
I done see better deals in
the field dealing dust
Kilos from [?] and I could
leave 'em on the corner
Whack him in the Chevy then pull
back up in the foreign
Stack your money tall then get
back up in the morning
'Til your back against the wall, and
you shackled in New Orleans, nigga
Droppin' all the charges, know
the prosecutors jealous
Got 200 cars, guess it might
just be a fetish
Other rappers broke, and their
excuse is living careless
Got 100 houses, tryna
buy my way to heaven
Except that I'm sinner, but
that might just be a plus
Everybody 100, but how
many can you trust?
Y'all was sippin' lean, I had
to move them to the 'tuss
B.I.G. my idol, now I'm
making moves with Puff
Bitches on my plane, I got
new models every week
Santorini Greece, fat boy
was jogging on a beach
Coming from the lowest, now
I'm labeled as a poet
Put it in my prayers, then
recite it in my chorus
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