Carol City Rick Ross
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[Intro]
You know where I'm from, huh?
I'll shoot you in the head if you say Miami Gardens nigga (hahahaha)
(Beat Billionare)
[Chorus]
Word to the pusher, nigga never kept a job
Boobie gave me game, we used to sell dope and rob
I left a stain off in Carol City
My last name should be Carol City
Used to sell dope just to feed the fam
Matchbox jumping with the kilograms
I feel your pain if you from Carol City
My last name should be Carol City
[Verse 1]
Black Dollar, I wanna buy a house on every block
Build one bigger than Dolphin Stadium, young nigga watch
Captain Crabs AK shells, living your aftermath
Ain't no love, get your money or get a body bag
Hammers and vogues, 30s and lows
River City, Lake Lucerne ride clean for the deadliest hoes
Gotta represent, nigga so meet me at the mint
And if you living how I'm living, stay behind the tint
Marble floors, mink rugs and got the gold faucets
Be cautious, well known to take the weak hostage
U.S. Marshals on the way and they cut open the gates
Know we going to trial by the look on my face
You know where I'm from, huh?
I'll shoot you in the head if you say Miami Gardens nigga (hahahaha)
(Beat Billionare)
[Chorus]
Word to the pusher, nigga never kept a job
Boobie gave me game, we used to sell dope and rob
I left a stain off in Carol City
My last name should be Carol City
Used to sell dope just to feed the fam
Matchbox jumping with the kilograms
I feel your pain if you from Carol City
My last name should be Carol City
[Verse 1]
Black Dollar, I wanna buy a house on every block
Build one bigger than Dolphin Stadium, young nigga watch
Captain Crabs AK shells, living your aftermath
Ain't no love, get your money or get a body bag
Hammers and vogues, 30s and lows
River City, Lake Lucerne ride clean for the deadliest hoes
Gotta represent, nigga so meet me at the mint
And if you living how I'm living, stay behind the tint
Marble floors, mink rugs and got the gold faucets
Be cautious, well known to take the weak hostage
U.S. Marshals on the way and they cut open the gates
Know we going to trial by the look on my face
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