Rick Ross - Lova Sosa (Freestyle) [Remastered] | Текст песни

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• Rick Ross
• Lova Sosa (Freestyle) [Remastered]

Mastering @spoiledcoffee. 2016 MMG

I say, I’m ridin’ on Forges – call them my skaters
You know them bodies is sticky, you can’t get caught up in capers
Niggas are tricky, you can’t be askin’ for favors
2-2-3 on the lickin’, and make your bitch go in labor
Niggas hate when you winnin’, you wanna kill ‘em, I feel ya
Took the top off the car, bitch I know my face look familiar
Fuckin’ with my lil’ gangters, we makin’ a killin’
When you count your first million you never forget the feelin’
That when my eyes go to twitchin’, palms start to itchin’
Niggas be snitchin’, that’s when my dogs start trippin’
(Rat-tat-tat-tat, Rat-tat-tat-tat)
Black belly, I bought a bitch, you know my pockets fat
More money to gain, Double-M on my chain
I just redid the deal, another 20 and change
I step where I please, broke nigga freeze
Cartier bracelet, them Swisher Sweets in my jeans