Rick Ross Feat. Nate & Madd Rapper - My New B.M.F. (Prod. By Urben Beats) | Текст песни

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• Rick Ross Feat. Nate & Madd Rapper
• My New B.M.F. (Prod. By Urben Beats)

(Intro)

Maybach Music Group in this bitch
Blowin Money Fast on this side
that's my new B.M.F.

(Chorus)

I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Whipping work, hallelujah
One nation under God
Real niggas getting money from the fucking start

(Verse 1) Nate

I wrote those fucking bars like a muthafuckin beast
baby you can say your prayesr cause i'm your muthafuckin priest
my flow my 44 and imma spit it on them beats
and if i turn it on da god than my nuber triple six
i make niggaz feel the warth of Freddy Kruger
Giving nightmares, making faggots miss their future
make em miss their past while they fearing death
eat a pussy's heart, spit it out - nothing left
bitches always love me, haterz always hated
i can be on top, everything illuminated
i'm self made like my nigga Ross
you should know the rules muthafucka I'm the boss!!!

(Chorus)

I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Whipping work, hallelujah
One nation under God
Real niggas getting money from the fucking start

(Verse 2) Rick Ross

Soft white, I got that G-mix
I'm going gold, crumbs to the bricks
I'm on the road, lets buy some new whips
Trick a hundred hoes, spend a few chips
9 piece, straight 8 balls
Bitch I'm blowing up like napalm
Got your bottom bitch going AWOL
Nigga's looking at ya like you fell off
No sir, not me
I'm double platinum just like my Ferrari
Bullet proof nigga Teflon
Why you snorting that, that shit stepped on

(Chorus)

I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Whipping work, hallelujah
One nation under God
Real niggas getting money from the fucking start

(Verse 3) Madd Rapper

Yo, it started out in East NewYork
where I grew up, learned how to walk
favorite carry weapon was a fork
older folks smoked out, straglers
almost had to bust a Marvin Haglar
starvin' for mine, bust three at ya
Dad fucked up consecutively
him and some relatives is Gangsters, sellin' Pussy
Moms dropped him on the spot
smacked me in the knot
only he gave you was your name and these blocks
Yup, thats ya Pops
still, thats me still
keep it real
if it wasn't for him and his steel there probably wouldn't be a meal
we in his Caddy siliconed out, zoned out
three days away from home he come back stoned out
coke on the table, pressin' redial
son I'm sendin' you home, nigga you foul
yo, why you doin' that? but gettin' big
half the niggas I run wit' gettin' jig
the other fifty cent balancin' a bid
oh shit, got this bitch seeded
to God I pleaded
what should I do? knock your self off, but the God succeeded
and the most scariest part is you better have heart
'cause the Lions and wolves will rip you apart
have Faith in your God
shoot joints, get involved
put tints on your windows, whip cars
yeah, all the giants revolve
black Clarion, ready to die for the family hard
alcoholic vultures with toasters
sheep skins on

(Chorus)

I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Whipping work, hallelujah
One nation under God
Real niggas getting money from the fucking start

(Outro)
DeGround in this bitch, NYC, North side of the beach nigga

As I look around, we the only niggas with that A1 Perico
Huhh


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