RICK ROSS – For Da Low

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Rick Rizzle

M-I-YAYO

[Verse 1:]
Candy all in the paint, rims deep in the dirt
got a car full of work, nigga pocket full of purp
chopper on the front seat, sucker if you want beef
I’m in dade county, I’m the mayor you can come see
look here I’m well known, what you say? (I’m well known)
Kush by the elbow, I love when it smell strong
other side of the bridge, niggas die just to live
you want a beach, don’t sleep 45 to your wig
Represent Carol City, Dirty South ride with me
M-I-Yayo on the map now it’s my city
Pulling out the Seven trey, ever-other day
got about 40 in it, hit your hoe for 40 minutes

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Pull up on them 24′s, while I leaning on the doors
and I’m letting suckers know, that I get it for the low
I get it for the low (ROSS), I get it for the low
I get it for the low (ROSS), I get it for the low
Pull up in that white on white, know you wonder what it’s like
know you wonder what’s the price, ain’t nothing to a boss
I get it for the low (ROSS), I get it for the low
I get it for the low (ROSS), I get it for the low

[Verse 2:]
Niggas know how I does, neighborhood full of thugs
everybody’s selling drugs, task force ducking us
load up the big guns, got so many which one?
everybody get to buy a house when the bricks come
hoes know my whole name, famous for cocaine
yeah I’m about to blow game, but I’m about to blow mane
Rick Rizzle clockin’ dough, inventory gotta go
if a nigga want it hard cook it like papa (doughs?)
Fat boy super cool, got something you can move
when I did what I do she got like a swimming pool
oh boy real wet, so boy hell yeah
I’m a millionaire but where I’m going I ain’t there yet

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[Verse 3:]
Go on let your top down, fuck it blow a couple grand
treat her like an animal, make her do a hand stand
Club Rolexx (lex), you can stunt yo
I stood on a rolex smoking on a blunt hoe (ross)
I’m heavy mane, off in this Chevy game
dip it in the pretty paint, chromed out everything
take it back to the block, triple C across the top
in an old-school motor brand new out the box
got about a hundred killers runnin’ with a hundred niggas
tell it there to your face, don’t nobody want it with us
niggas dead broke, they better shake it off
skycap ass niggas mad that we taking off

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