Rick Ross - Above The Law (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Rick Ross - Above The Law (en) Lyrics
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I'm so high, cheers to the sky
I come alive in the night
Them flashin' red and blue lights
They watchin', waitin'
on a shootin' star
But ain't no stoppin' the untouchables
We above the law
Demons in my cell, it's
just me, all alone
Takin' everythin' to trial,
nigga, we goin' home
I was taught by OGs to never
speak on the phone
So postin' guns on the internet,
we don't condone
It's like snitchin' on yoursеlf
Doin' crimes on the camera, you
likе a witness to yourself
This new Louis came from Virgil,
this white drippin' on my belt
For all them times was in them trenches,
had to whip it up myself
Try and get it back, nigga, we
gon' let it stack (Stack)
Never pullin' over for the
law in a pack (Pack)
I remember times sellin'
dimes to get a check
Nowadays, the only time we
doin' time is a Patek
Run my check, nigga
We above the law (It's too good, yo)
Ten million worth of jewels
in my interviews
Only made dude, livin' in
the Shaderoom (Biggest)
I can see it in him, but I
wouldn't say it to him
Or I can give it to him, did
it in a day or two (Brrt)
Go to Club E11VEN in the daytime (Huh)
Still duckin' 9-11 for the K9
Quick to take her shoppin'
with my play time
And I always fuck her to
the bassline (Biggest)
Me and Meek, nigga, we the
dream team (M-M-M)
Murder niggas on Christmas Eve team
I see you lil' niggas with
your Submariners
You know I'm fuckin' your
bitch, I'm so careless
On the big black jet, we off to Paris
It's too good to be true,
it's like a marriage
Me and just the money 'til
the day I die (Die)
Started with the envelopes and
now our ceilings high, high
While you haters countin' us
out, we countin' it up
One billion, two billion,
three billion, four
Cops yellin' "Freeze",
I held my wrist up
All this ice, he probably
freeze tryna frisk us
I'm with this bitch from Belize,
look like a princess
Doin' two-hundred in the Lamb',
gettin dick sucks
You talkin' to the Rolex
rockin', G5 flyin'
Say he on, it's no cap, he ain't lyin'
I don't think they made no
jets that we ain't fly in
I don't think they made bad bitches
that we ain't dive in
Sittin' on the paper, aggravatin'
the haters
Ballin' like Kawhi, LeBron,
Clippers and Lakers
Judge tried to send me to
jail, did me a favor
Forty mill' strong, I'm on a
year later, thank you, haha
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