Rick Ross

Summer Seventeen
You scared to die nigga? Open your eyes wide and I pray you are I'm out on bond so I gotta beat it All the dope boys say they wanna be me I got a lick boy, I got a lick 2017 trust me boy, this one is it I used to smoke the weed until my fingers burn Pool of bitches fucking me, I got em' taking turns My nigga bought the stick but you wanna fade Made runnin' in the bank a residential thing All my niggas mad they like fuck the world Back to standin' on the ave with a couple birds If you a killer well I'm tryna see Cause calling the police is the only thing free I had to park that purple Lamborghini? And pull that Chevy back out on the cement I'm from the city where they kill for nothin' And all Renzel do is push a button I want my niggas rich by summer 17 I want my niggas rich by summer 17 I want my niggas rich by summer 17 I want my niggas rich by summer 17 I pulled my pistol then I said my name SongtexteI know you scared but repeat your game You off to hell when you see them flames Now pray for me cause I had did some things I'm keepin' neck bones in my mama pot Got on my necklaces; I'm sittin' in a drop I'm livin' reckless and it never stop That's why I'm beefin' with a nigga live right up the block A body fall I might get double back Your money gone that's why I'm runnin' rap They put my rhymes in the New York Times I let her snort a line, ridin' when I slide I tend to smile when the bricks movin' Might grow the beard big as Rick Rubin Okay, Coral, nigga get 'em up All them bitches smile, who want it in the butt I want my niggas rich by summer 17 I want my niggas rich by summer 17 I want my niggas rich by summer 17 I want my niggas rich by summer 17 I'm out on bond so I gotta beat it Half a million to my lawyer cause he undefeated Shots fired; you short of breathing Barefoot, cause them kids took your Adidas I'm keepin' fried fish up in my mama pan How much y'all detectives call yo' boy the son of Sam Zaca flesh shake up the block, that's with a hundred grand Put that voodoo on you niggas so that gun'll jam You know them niggas killers how they name ring You know them niggas winners how they chain swing All the bitches sellin' pussy charge the same thing Richest nigga in the hood, we call him Rain Man I want my niggas rich by summer 17 I want my niggas rich by summer 17 I want my niggas rich by summer 17 I want my niggas rich by summer 17 Aus Songtexte Mania