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  • Текст песни Rick Ross ft. Lil Wayne and Birdman - Veteran's Day

    Исполнитель: Rick Ross ft. Lil Wayne and Birdman
    Название песни: Veteran's Day
    Дата добавления: 09.06.2016 | 14:30:24
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    [Lil Wayne]
    I like my p-ssy a little wetter, my drinks a little colder
    my girls a little older with her hair past her shoulders
    like my weed a little stronger, my money a lot longer
    if blooding aint right than I couldn’t be a wronger
    I’m a bad muthaf-cker, be very afraid
    boy this heat will give your ass a raspberry beret
    been in the building muthaf-cker we aint never escape
    cash money is the army, veterans day
    the block got hotter, the World got colder
    so f-ck a diamond chain we wearing guns on our shoulder
    if you want it you can get it, come and sign up,
    we got choppers that will put that Tony Romo 9 up
    man we so about it, 5 star count it
    could have f-cked the World but I left it how I found it
    took the game to school now I’m bout to cap and gown it
    got a circle of success you can say I’m well rounded.

    yeah and by the way my name is Tunche

    [Birdman]
    Uptown roller, take it off your shoulder
    Tommy’s with the flag, spent the hundred high rollin’
    flipped it off the condo, made it off the conda
    sky scraping condo top floor aroma
    high to the sky when I step up in this b-tch
    thousand dollar cologne, no ceiling in this b-tch
    the marble for the Louie the bag full of cash
    keep a strap on me, a mill on the tab
    priceless with these numbers, flipping in the seat
    lyrics courtesy of www.killerhiphop.com
    Junya doing time, kicking up his feet
    a mill on the books, I’m stuntin with a fleet
    a pretty red b-tch we smash every week
    blowing on some good Maybach back seat
    the b-tch sleeping good, a mill on the sheets
    born rich from the hood YMCMB
    yeah Maybach, brrrap

    [Rick Ross]
    I’m that fat muthf-cker, young entrepreneurs
    zombies in the street we got them pouring out the sewers
    most controversial in the muthaf-cking truest
    and by looking at my jewels Im still the muthaf-cking coolest
    waving your flag you just a f-cking blood donor
    and this b-tch far from bad who put these f-cking Uggs on her
    took her to California spent a f-cking dub on her
    when she walk up in the club now every f-cking thug want her
    I’m just so f-cking special, lets see whats on the menu
    f-ck the promoter my grand bigger than the venue
    this the sh-t Im into all black in the rental
    my chopper be making hits its such a sad instrumental
    these n-ggas love boys enjoying there little toys
    I’m building hotels off the coast of St. Croix
    100 mill I accept nothing less
    black Rayban’s at Obama’s next address
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