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Santorini Greece

Rick Ross17 Mar 2017

Santorini Greece Lyrics

Santorini Greece (Explicit) - Rick Ross

Written by:William Leonard Roberts II

Sometimes I be wanting to say f**k the world


I don't give a f**k


Shoot it out with all you b**ches


B**ches don't love me


Young black ni**a ni**a fighting the world ni**a

Everywhere you go b**ches throwing rocks ni**a


Man a ni**a in a Lamborghini


Seen a Cuban kilo I was 15


Dealing yayo never had my teeth cleaned


Restricted license but I'm so divisive


I know the snipers and I flow the nicest


Fresher than Groovy Lou at a Coogi shoot


A multiple weapons in my new Gucci boots


The bank account done caught the holy ghost


I say the bank account done caught the holy ghost


Hot pastrami for my Jewish chicks


Eight days of Christmas every day a newer gift


I'm Michael Jackson to the rich niggas


That leather jacket baby with the 6 zippers


Suicide or rather crucified


I prophesize your whole crew demise


Mutulu wife reside in Cuba ni**a

Shoot you let you bleed out it's how they do it ni**a


Huh Huh


These niggas don't believe in God


From this very moment you should believe in God


Half of my niggas headed to Attica


Either trafficking or destined to be a janitor


Diabetes rampant in my blood line

That why fat boy be happy to see the sunshine


I'm here for results baby let's cut to chase

Sticky fingers and paper

D.A. will drop the case

Art Basel with Lyor I blew 300 with 'em


2 seaters for all the soldiers who running with 'em


Ask 100 women yeah they wanna hit 'em


I be half awake and still be running in 'em


Two new liter sprite to get me through the night

Bowling alley in the basement but we still shooting dice


Rich forever killa take my old advice


Better yet take my old b**ches and mold 'em right


And if I want her back I come and take her back

Santorini Greece I put it on the map


Some points you niggas gotta be grateful


Mutulu Shakur


I know your dreads touching the floor ni**a


We in the last days these racist agendas


Blatant double standards because I'm a ni**a


Jesse Jackson on them people payroll f**k him

When you black lips chapped cause the game cold


I'm giving niggas jobs when I sing songs


White man love me when I get my bling on

But you hate me buying real estate in foreign land

Respect my genius all my people Portishead


Room full of cloaks and they count votes


Million man march and I'm taking notes


Made it to the top you thought they saw a ghost


Facing tax evasion niggas sell they soul


So selling d**e was the path we chose


And now it's boats in the Bel Air rows


Rich niggas in the set and stone


Neck rocky Sylvester Stallone


See me in Capris or them Andes


Santorini Greece with a dime piece


My money long you know I'm out your reach


Only fat ni**a jogging on the beach


Versace underwear but see the a** crack


Oblivious to how rapid my cash stack


I'm a pistol toter f**k I'm voting for f**k 'em

If I could I'd drop a bomb let's take 'em all to war f**k 'em


My favorite shorty out of Baltimore yeah


Every Chanel you know I bought it for her I got that

All the arguments she never called the law


I was never home but hid the money in the walls


Constant visits from the A.T.F


So I copped some cribs in the ATL


Martha Stewart decorated both


Snoop Dogg donated the smoke


This Chinese arithmetic and it all add up


It all add up


Big dog big boss


Huh Huh


***Lyrics are from third-parties***

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