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Rick Ross - Pots and pans

Tekst :

(feat. J Rock)

[chorus:]
All I need is bakin soda some pots and pans
Little ice up what i can
Chick at home sayin I m no good
Fuck that I m gettin out the hood

[Verse 1:]
What started as a nickel rock
Took 22 months now I m tryna get a block
Fuck football I m goin down another path
Couldn t past the test
To tell the truht I couldn t fuck with math
I did get a shcolarship but I blew that
Got high, got a ticket and I flew back
To the hell zone most straps stand 20 shell toes
Get life on yo cell phone
Quarter key box of soda Ross whip that
Career criminal fa sho Ross with that
Had to pull my pants up
Boy get them brands up
Daddy got some cancer I never had the chance to
Tell him all my plans to let em fuck a danca
Smokin weed and AmsterDam with his grandson
(Damn) Why he passed on me(on me)
My last homie(homie)
I went and bought a bird
Fuck I want some cash homie

[chorus]

[Verse 2:]
I never wrote a nigga coat tail
Made her took a dope sell
Fuck it nigga oh wells
Smokin on that classified
Rollin in that lac of mine
Know my mind stay numb to the world half the time
Thinkin bout land rover damn near was fucked up
Found him in the trunk with another dude fucked up
The world fucked up that s why I m fucked up
Don t get fucked up fuck with me ya fucked up
Bitch I ma ride, bitch I ma die
When I holla 305 bitch that s on my life
Got a 40 in the car a choppa in the crib
The grenades down the street you gotta get it how you live
I know niggas turn 1 into 2 and they do what they do
And boy them thangs move
Fishscale get the big mail
In the room full of work
In case they came when they inhale

[chorus]

[Verse 3:]
It s time for me to cash in laughin
Like Martin in an Aston Martin
When I park it I can see ya bitch heartbeat
So roll out the red carpet roll up the purple shit
Black navigator flew
Gotta shut ya fuckin mouth don t ever take the smooth
Thinkin of a greater way to build a greater flow
I hope she got some great head that s how I grade a hoe
White beamer in the hood shining like a star
Look this half a key go to the club and I ma buy the bar
Do it twice a week fuckin bitches on the other nights
Promise E class we ll never miss another fight
Hundred in the bag 5 birds I ma grab
Turn em into 8 keep me a clean half
Bakin soda in the work, works wonderful
Ya see ya dream come true cuz I m the truth

[chorus]

Inne utwory

  • Money make me cum
  • Shot to the heart
  • Push it
  • This me
  • Cry
  • Get away
  • Fuck with your shoes on
  • For da low
  • Boss
  • Holla at me
  • I got it
  • Striptease
  • Blow
  • Prayer
  • Losowe utwory

    Veteran

    Yeah you’re abandoned so sorry
    You’re just a waste of their time
    Yeah you’ve been lied to once again
    Yeah well they’ve paid you no mind
    Where are we now

    Old woman have you seen your better days
    Are you feeling so alone...

    Reward

    Father I didn t really know you
    Mother you are so very far away from me
    Hopeless birthdays made me cry
    My heart kept saying: It s all right
    Obviously that s how it was meant toe

    Now I know
    There was a...

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    Pamiętaj cokolwiek się...

    In the rain

    Mmm...mmm...mmm...

    I don’t wanna cry, I don’t wanna cry
    I’m goin’ out in the rain, yes

    I wanna go outside in the rain
    It may sound crazy
    But I wanna go outside (Go outside) in the rain

    Now I, I think...

    How long

    Why d you go and break what s already broken
    I try to take a breath but I m already choking
    How long till this goes away
    I try to remember to forget you
    But I break down every time I do
    It s left me less than zero
    Beat...