
Justice Rick Ross & Birdman (Ft. Gudda Gudda)
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[Intro: Rick Ross]
Sometimes when I'm smoking that shit, right bird
Man you ever just pray my nigga
This for all the hustlers
Sometimes I get so high, I just pray my nigga
We hustling
I be coughing this shit, hustle
And I just be thinking bout
We blast off, God love us, my nigga
Real talk
Sometimes I recite song 27: the lord is my light and my salvation
Whom shall I fear?
Not nothing of these fuck
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Coming up a nigga had to fight for erything
Now I'm at the fight 3 rows from the ring
Call some don king,.. jay z
Looking at this picture, bitch better say cheese
Who shine like boss, a Birdman junior
We still got birds, don't let Birdman fool ya
We just so blessed, Lexus stretched
Tears in my eyes and I mean
The fam so trill, we just so rich
You could fuck my bitch, let me fuck your bitch
Sacks in the attic, ciroc on the yachts
Knots in the pockets, baleys, no socks
Cash is a heavy, monkey on my back
So I'm riding with my dog, with the chicken on my lap
Fascinated with the shine, get high off the H
Call you when I come down
Sometimes when I'm smoking that shit, right bird
Man you ever just pray my nigga
This for all the hustlers
Sometimes I get so high, I just pray my nigga
We hustling
I be coughing this shit, hustle
And I just be thinking bout
We blast off, God love us, my nigga
Real talk
Sometimes I recite song 27: the lord is my light and my salvation
Whom shall I fear?
Not nothing of these fuck
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Coming up a nigga had to fight for erything
Now I'm at the fight 3 rows from the ring
Call some don king,.. jay z
Looking at this picture, bitch better say cheese
Who shine like boss, a Birdman junior
We still got birds, don't let Birdman fool ya
We just so blessed, Lexus stretched
Tears in my eyes and I mean
The fam so trill, we just so rich
You could fuck my bitch, let me fuck your bitch
Sacks in the attic, ciroc on the yachts
Knots in the pockets, baleys, no socks
Cash is a heavy, monkey on my back
So I'm riding with my dog, with the chicken on my lap
Fascinated with the shine, get high off the H
Call you when I come down
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