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Hello! I'm Lyrkit!

I tried many ways to memorize English words and found the most effective one for me!

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Rick Ross

Blow

 

Blow

(album: Port Of Miami - 2006)


[Rick Ross:]
Ricky Ross
Carol City Cartel
Cool & Dre

[Rick Ross & Dre:]
Designer jeans and a hand full of dough (Yeah)
Bottle of that Rose, pass me some more
I got, more cars, more cars, more clothes, more clothes
More money means more dough to blow (blow)
More bottles, there's more dough to blow (blow)
Rick Ross got a lot of dough to blow

[Rick Ross:]
Way up in them Cali Hills, burning like the sunset
A nigga with a attitude, take it outta' context
Riding with that big thang, looking like a bomb threat
Bin Laden beard, Afghan in a bomb vest
Ross, stranded on death row
Makaveli's on the Maybach, kicks retro
She wanna gaze at the stars
Through a panoramic view, pull the haze out the jar
Rick Ross, I'm the best in the flesh
Getting blessed on a jet is a way to reflect
Hard work pays off, I'm a boss, you can tell
By the bottles in the pail, and the models that we share
I'm into real estate, in a realer state of mind
We came for trigger play, kill a nigga for a dime
I'm tryna' chill today, I got a million on my mind
Dice in my hand, one roll, I blow your mind

[Rick Ross & Dre:]
Designer jeans and a hand full of dough (Yeah)
Bottle of that Rose, pass me some more
I got, more cars, more cars, more clothes, more clothes
More money means more dough to blow (blow)
More bottles, there's more dough to blow (blow)
Rick Ross got a lot of dough to blow

[Rick Ross:]
More trips, more whips, more money, I'm more rich
More haters, more clips, more jewels, more shit
Half a hundred grand in some rubber bands
Gats all flashed in my other hand
On the other hand, I'm still pitching underhand
All softballs, all bases covered man
More trucks, more bucks, more freaks, more butts
I see the vision, from Club Vision to Privé
I get brain, I bust nuts, in each states
Soon as I see what I'm looking for
I sit up in that seat and cut em' off on them 24s
There it goes, baby girl come talk with the boss
I pop a rose bottles, you can kick your shoes off

[Rick Ross & Dre:]
Designer jeans and a hand full of dough (Yeah)
Bottle of that Rose, pass me some more
I got, more cars, more cars, more clothes, more clothes
More money means more dough to blow (blow)
More bottles, there's more dough to blow (blow)
Rick Ross got a lot of dough to blow

[Rick Ross:]
Ever seen a fat boy in a big body
Know you wanna sit by me, all you do is think bout it
Lease apartments to get kicked out it
Next day, buy a condo to get a kick out it
Mill ticket for the view, this is what I do
When I'm on the beach, all my diamonds salt water blue (Ross)
Let's party like the pack jam, Pac-Man
Fifty grand, stacked in my lap man
Get a lap dance, and if you get my dick hard
This your last chance, to hop up in that big car
With the Fat Man, certified Hood Star
But he a millionaire, look bitch I'm going far
This the movement, a few niggas' you wanna move with
Gucci on my feet, see I'm only in the new shit
Ha, they say life's a bitch
But close your eyes for a minute, and just bite this dick, it's Ross

[Rick Ross & Dre:]
Designer jeans and a hand full of dough (Yeah)
Bottle of that Rose, pass me some more
I got, more cars, more cars, more clothes, more clothes
More money means more dough to blow (blow)
More bottles, there's more dough to blow (blow)
Rick Ross got a lot of dough to blow

Designer jeans and a hand full of dough (Yeah)
Bottle of that Rose, pass me some more
I got, more cars, more cars, more clothes, more clothes
More money means more dough to blow (blow)
More bottles, there's more dough to blow (blow)
Rick Ross got a lot of dough to blow

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