收聽Rick Ross的Mafia Music (Explicit)歌詞歌曲

Mafia Music (Explicit)

Rick Ross2009年4月21日

Mafia Music (Explicit) 歌詞

Mafia Music (Explicit) - Rick Ross

I got a feeling ni**a really that my money be the root

Look up at the stars she like honey where the roof

Pull up hear the dogs canaries they goin roof

Even once had a job pouring tar up on a roof

That boy had it hard no facade it's the truth

So now when I Menage and get massaged it's the proof

Proofs in the pudding and that baking sodas taking

Paper that I'm making got her taking photos naked

Listening to niggas like whistling at Wendy Williams

I flip my middle finger I'm chilling on 20 million

The rumors turn me on I'm masturbating at the top

These hoes so excited they catching every drop

I'm dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica

We cut down the w**d bury the paper on them acres

Martin had a dream bob got high

I still do both but somehow I got by

Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray

Whitney lost weight

Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write

That Mayweather money looking funny in the light

But who really cares we just throw it in the air

Celebrating wealth pouring moet in her hair

Excuse me her weave the blue is a weave

Trunk full of white car smell like blue cheese

That boy get salad beef bout movements

BM dubs on them big things looking foolish

Shawty sitting low big things popping

Tip on the glock from a crip up in Compton shooting at the cops

F**k one time I gave her to the block

I f**ked 1 time we boys in the hood and ni**a you lil trey

Suppress ya appetite we taking ya lil' tray

Love my handgun but my chopper still the sh*t

Banned in 1994 but I'm to legit to quit

1996 kilos was the sh*t but that be better then roofing

That sh*t be bad for ya skin

Niggas was ruthless and lord knows that I've sinned

But I thought about my future in the loops I could pin

Walked out on a gig and I turned to the streets

Kept my name low key I ain't heard from in weeks

I came up wit a strategy to come up mathematically

I did it for the city but now everybody mad at me

Motherf**k em all they sweat from my balls

If I drop another album I did that for my dogs

10 Maybach's everybody riding big

I just sit back like look what I did

Then I bow my head and beg for forgiveness

Once I said my prayer everybody back to business

Smoking on a blunt in my own restaurant

People looking from a distance think I'm big daddy kunk

Reincarnated spirit of a g beef ill make u dinner

Take a seat so we could eat

A Farrakhan aura paws on the pork you eat from the

Bowl while ya dog need a fork

Niggas ain't loyal snakes slithered in they coil I'm laughing at you

Cause kill you niggas when I'm bored

We stepping on ya crew until you motherf**kers crush

And making sweet love to every women that you lust

I love to pay her bills can't wait to pay her rent

Curtis Jackson baby mama

I ain't asking for a cent

Burn the house down gotta buy another

Don't forget the gas can jealous stupid motherf**ker

To another chapter paper that I captured

Caught up in the rapture off of gunshots and laughter

Homicide is humor and ni**a you looking funny

Women love to stare cause they know they see the money

I open up my mind by opening bank accounts deposit a 100 stacks

Break up won't take it out baby that's a gift maybe you could live

I knew it wouldn't work but

I just like to give used to run the street

Young ni**a bare feet now

I'm in the suites and I'm eating crab meats

Ice so right other rappers envy they calling

All my jewelers up asking what he spending

Thinking bout BOSS not thinking bout them here's a letter to

 

My enemies one I won't send amen