Lyrics Rick Ross – Veteran’s Day
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Lil Wayne
I like my pussy 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
I’m a bad muthafucker, be very afraid
boy this heat will give your ass a raspberry beret
been in the building muthafucker we aint never escape
cash money is the army, veterans day
the block got hotter, the World got colder
so fuck 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 fucked 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 way around it
yeah and by the way my name is Touché
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 bitch
thousand dollar cologne, no ceiling in this bitch
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
Junya doing time, kicking up his feet
a mill on the books, I’m stuntin with a fleet
blowing on some good Maybach back seat
the bitch sleeping good, a mill on the sheets
born rich from the hood YMCMB
yeah Maybach, brrrap
Rick Ross
I’m that fat muthfucker, young entrepreneurs
zombies in the street we got them pouring out the sewers
most controversial in the muthafucking truest
and by looking at my jewels I’m still the muthafucking coolest
waving your flag you just a fucking blood donor
and this bitch far from bad who put these fucking Uggs on her
took her to California spent a fucking dub on her
when she walk up in the club now every fucking thug want her
I’m just so fucking special, lets see whats on the menu
fuck the promoter my grand bigger than the venue
this the shit I’m into all black in the rental
my chopper be making hits its such a sad instrumental
these niggas 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