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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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Meyer

"the bank account caught the holy ghost... I SAY THE BANK ACCOUNT CAUGHT THE HOLY GHOST" #ILIKE THISMAYBACHMUSIC