Lyrics Rick Ross – Wuzzup
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Verse 1:
Tatted tears for my woadies doin’ bids in they 40s
The height a nigga go to for a penthouse with garages
Keep my hand on the hammer, feds on the scanner
Ridin’ dirty but my watches, I just took my bitches shoppin’
Just landed in Detroit, I got a bitch as soft as cotton
All that talkin’, it ain’t nothin’
Rozay comfy in the pocket
Teddy Bridgewater run the trap just like a faucet
Heroin on hollow tips, may I sit you with the highest?
No fly zone, muhfucka I’m the flyest
Go and pay your rent, my new dicky covered in lint
Canary pinky ring, I got PETA all on my dick
Hook:
I just pulled up to the office, time to link up with my partners
Bring a quarter to the table, we can go and get a dollar
Put my bitches all on hold, like crackers sent me up the road
They gon’ break off any way or time to do it for your woes, wuzzup?
They say them killas lookin’ for me, wuzzup?
They say them people askin’ questions, wuzzup?
They say them slidas slidin’ on me, wuzzup?
They say my number’s gettin better, wuzzup?
Verse 2:
Photoshoot fresh, four cubans layin’ on my chest
Nigga hatin’ from the start, still I wish ’em the best
Killa with no regrets, chinchilla, so finesse
Testosterone hella high, survived by gettin’ by
Polish up all your flaws, you can’t be fuckin’ her raw
Finally made it to the majors, stealing bases of course
He who pillow talkin’ the longest, may you rest in the morgue
48 Laws flawed, my dawgs above the law
Duck-tape Robert Greene, make him read the Qu’ran
Couple dollars on my neck, DGK on my sweats
Cartier frames, Belaire on my breath
Hook
Album
Rick Ross – Hood Billionaire
