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Rick Ross King Of Diamonds Lyrics

Posted in Lyrics with tags on January 26, 2012 by Lombok

Rick Ross Lyrics King Of Diamonds

Rick Ross King Of Diamonds Lyrics

Somebody call the brinks truck, the boss back
Somebody call the brinks truck, the boss back
Somebody call the brinks truck, the boss back
Somebody call the brinks truck

[Hook]
Rozay, hugh
Rozay, hugh
Rozay, huuu
Rozay, hugh
Rozay, hugh
Rozay, huuu
Rozay

Rozay

[Verse 1]
I got the baddest b!tches waiting on a nigga
I got these p-ssy niggas hating on a nigga
Since they wanna talk, I went and bought another chain
Forty cars, I gotta put em in my momma name
Heli-pad on my crib, my money outta here
Love my daughter to death, ten karats in her ear
Heavy ammunition for you f-ck boys
Heavy ammunition for you f-ck boys
I’m getting paid, I put that on my daddy grave
Got two hundred thousand in my Chevrolet
I’m the king of diamonds, my chain still speaking Ebonics
If she selling that p-ssy, bring it to baby, I got it
Pop a chicken in that grease and make one into two
All these rides in my yard, my shit a carnival
I got a club, here or ‘ye
So show me love, it’s only Rozay

[Hook]
Rozay
Rozay, hugh
Rozay, hugh
Rozay, huuu

[Verse 2]
You gotta separate yourself from f-ck boys
Can’t even drop your diamond dish, your ass so paranoid
I’m floating in my shit like I’m in a parade
Ho, you better take notice, I spent ten on the paint
Waving at these b!tches, and I know these niggas ho-ish
Take your b!tch to get limit, pop her in a new Lotus
I’m so rich, I mean I’m so rich
If it’s less than ten stacks, to me it’s ho shit
It’s time to step your game up
Gotta run your credit just to bring my name up
Twenty million, nigga, look in my face
It’s only one Rozay

[Hook]
Rozay
Rozay, hugh
Rozay, hugh
Rozay, huuu
Rozay, hugh
Rozay, hugh
Rozay, huuu
Rozay

[Outro]
The Boss back, somebody call the brinks truck

Rick Ross King Of Diamonds Lyrics

Rick Ross Stay Schemin Lyrics

Posted in Lyrics with tags on January 17, 2012 by Lombok

Rick Ross Stay Schemin Lyrics

Rick Ross Stay Schemin Lyrics

(Ft. Drake, French Montana)

[Hook]
I ride for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas
I slide for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas dawg
Stay schemin
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas
Stay schemin’
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas

[Verse 1 : Rick Ross]
Damn, life so short, f-ck it, I don’t wanna go to court
F-ck it, got a budget for the lawyer though
F-ck it, I’m on the run for the money
I’m in the bucket, paid 200 for it
My lil niggas thuggin’, even got me paranoid
I’m gettin’ money, thats in any nigga category
Double M I got G’s out in California

[Hook]
I ride for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas
I slide for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas dawg
Stay schemin’
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas
Stay schemin’
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas

[Verse 2 : Drake]
It bothers me when the Gods get to acting like the broads
Guess every team doesn’t come complete with niggas like ours
That’s why I see no need to compete with niggas like y’all
I just ask them when you see me you speak up nigga that’s all
Don’t be ducking like you never wanted nothing
Its feeling like rap changed, there was a time it was rugged
Back when if a nigga reached it was for the weapon
Nowadays niggas reach just to sell they record
Spaghetti bolognese in Appolo lounge
Me and my G from DC that’s how I roll around
Might look light, but we heavy though
You think Drake will pull some shit like that you never know
Million dollar meetings in appollo lounge
Me and my man all Oliver North that’s how I roll around
Shawty wanna tell me secrets ’bout a rap nigga
I tell a b!tch its more attractive when you hold it down
Kobe ’bout to lose a hundred fifty M’s
Kobe my nigga I hate it, had to be him
Bitch you wasn’t with me shooting in the gym
(B!tch you wasn’t with me shooting in the gym)
Tell Lucien I said f-ck it I’m tearing holes in my budget
Bag her like we in Public and take her ass out in public
Ordered it a filet tell her butterfly she’ll love it
She used to soda and nuggets she really just out here thuggin’
I’m just hittin’ my pinnacle you and p-ssy identical
You like the f-ckin finish line we can’t wait to run into you
But let me get my mind of that
Young rich muthaf-cker getting mine off rap
with my niggas

[Hook]
I ride for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas
I slide for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas dawg
Stay schemin’
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas
Stay schemin’
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas

[Verse 3 : French Montana]
For new the coupe to the Ghost dawg
Pigeons on the roof like ghost dawg
Dwight Howard on the post dawg
My niggas got the powder through the post dawg
Watch the body tilt when you hit the head
Niggas lost mills tryna beat the feds
10 grams off my last 250 now
Big ass crib, 250 down, damn
Gave my nigga Mac 75
Then gave my nigga penthouse in another 30
F-ck, got me thinking like I’m 75
Damn, nigga ain’t even seen 30

[Hook]
I ride for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas
I slide for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas dawg
Stay schemin’
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas
Stay schemin’
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas

Rick Ross Stay Schemin Lyrics

Rick Ross Fuck Em Lyrics

Posted in Lyrics with tags on January 13, 2012 by Lombok

Rick Ross Fuck Em Lyrics

Rick Ross Fuck Em Lyrics

(Ft. 2 Chainz & Wale)

[Verse 1 : Rick Ross]
C-note after c-note, put the remix on my kilo
Thought I wouldn’t make it, now I’m winning Timothy Tebow
Fourth quarter, I’m back, fourth quarter, in fact
Fourth quarter, that’s that, four Ford in all black
I said boss and I meant that, advance, you spent that
Corvette so clean you’ll think Bruce Springsteen rent that
Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair
Dubai, I been there, but f-ck that, we in here
Roll up and inhale, I live next to Denzel
Alonzo, my condo cost three mil’, this shit real
IPhone and iPad, Amex in my gat
Left hand got ten bands, back pocket, four stacks
All I need is bad hoes, all these niggas gon’ rat
Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they’re going back
All I need is Benzos, riding on Lorenzos
Stack my money tenfold, make this my new ten-four

[Hook]
Fuck em, f-ck em, I’m screaming f-ck em
F-ck em, f-ck em, I’m screaming f-ck em
F-ck all you haters
Watch me f-ck all these b!tches
I got eight different Rollies
And they all mint condition

I’m screaming f-ck em, f-ck em, I’m screaming f-ck em
Fuck em, f-ck em, I’m screaming f-ck em
I got five different Benzes
This is my deposition
I’m screaming, “F-ck every witness”
Cause b!tch, I’m big business
I’m screaming f-ck em

[Verse 2 : 2 Chainz]
Me gon hit my boast
Me gon hit my boast
What you know about walking in the Gucci store and they salute?
Chain cost a coupe, coupe cost a crib
Riding with the chopper like it’s my friend
This for real niggas only, I still bail with Kobe
Got a sign in my garage that say, “Foreign only”
Forces pouring, on mixtapes I’m touring
See my shit that fire shit, and yo’ shit boring
2 Chainz smoking loud like it’s a newborn
Dad wasn’t around, my father figure was Too Short
New Porsche deuced up, two cups got juice in it
Two forks, two pipes, I could whip it both-handed
My girl is bow-legged, just do it like Bo Jackson
Every beat I’m toe-tagging, tune big as a Volkswagon
Money got me sagging, it really doesn’t matter
I run circles round these niggas’ world like Saturn

[Hook]
Fuck em, f-ck em, I’m screaming f-ck em
F-ck em, f-ck em, I’m screaming f-ck em
F-ck all you haters
Watch me f-ck all these b!tches
I got eight different Rollies
And they all mint condition

I’m screaming f-ck em, f-ck em, I’m screaming f-ck em
Fuck em, f-ck em, I’m screaming f-ck em
I got five different Benzes
This is my deposition
I’m screaming, “F-ck every witness”
Cause b!tch, I’m big business
I’m screaming f-ck em

[Verse 3 : Wale]
Black Foamposites, it’s like we on that outer shit
Riding five deep and I’m as dirty as them congressmen
Sixty-two, without no tint, mission roof of my new shit
Ironic sense, my drive increased, my driver see the profit
Yeah, word, f-ck you niggas, pay me though
Smoke that Mark McGuire strong
Oakland ain’t no basic smoke
Shout-out to your lady, a.k.a. MMG favorite ho
Tell that ass the way to go before I show her where to go
No Canseco, and I’m switching lanes at one six oh
A nigga trees fine, a police siren!
Woop woop, nah, that’s just Diplo
And you cute, shorty, let’s get low
On the low, I’mma talk that jazz
Jungle fever for the night
Horny or white, that’s Anglo-Sax

[Hook]
Fuck em, f-ck em, I’m screaming f-ck em
F-ck em, f-ck em, I’m screaming f-ck em
F-ck all you haters
Watch me f-ck all these b!tches
I got eight different Rollies
And they all mint condition

I’m screaming f-ck em, f-ck em, I’m screaming f-ck em
Fuck em, f-ck em, I’m screaming f-ck em
I got five different Benzes
This is my deposition
I’m screaming, “F-ck every witness”
Cause b!tch, I’m big business
I’m screaming f-ck em

Rick Ross Fuck Em Lyrics

Rick Ross Holy Ghost Lyrics

Posted in Lyrics with tags on January 10, 2012 by Lombok

Rick Ross Holy Ghost Lyrics

Rick Ross Holy Ghost Lyrics
(Ft. Diddy)

[Hook : Rick Ross]
They say I’m gettin’ money, must be illuminati
Talking to the Holy Ghost, in my Bugatti
He knockin’ on the do’ don’t let the devil in
He knockin’ on the do’ don’t let the devil in (x2)

[Verse 1 : Rick Ross]
Lord knows, that boy done been about it
Lord knows, that boy’ll catch a body
Phone ringing, gotta be the Mexicans
Phone ringing, gotta be the Mexicans
Being dead broke is the root of all evil
Get money, my nigga, do good with your people
I got the calico, I got the dynamite
They wanna do it big? Pick a time tonight
Back to these b!tches following my timeline
Back to these crackers following my timeline
Got the phone tapped, I think I’m being followed
Touch him with the holy’s ghost, can you hear me father?

[Diddy]
Father, please protect me from brokeness
And b!tch ass niggas, B!tch ass b!tches too
Keep ’em away

[Hook : Rick Ross]
They say I’m gettin’ money, must be illuminati
Talking to the Holy Ghost, in my Bugatti
He knockin’ on the do’ don’t let the devil in
He knockin’ on the do’ don’t let the devil in
They say I’m gettin’ money, must be illuminati
Talking to the Holy Ghost, in my Ferrari
He knockin’ on the do’ don’t let the devil in
He knockin’ on the do’ don’t let the devil in

[Verse 2 : Rick Ross]
Work! That’s all my niggas workin’ with
Work! That’s all my niggas lurkin’ with
My teacher told me that I was a piece of shit
Seen her the other day driving a piece of shit
Work! Exactly what I’m screamin’ ho
Certified, 8 digit nigga, triple beamin’ ho
You talkin’ to the holy ghost
I’m smokin’ ’til I overdose
When I f-ck she let the p-ssy soak
Even my lawyer be askin is it dope
Never break the code shock me with a million votes
I’m forever dope, touched by the holy ghost

[Diddy]
You see, they hate what they don’t understand
Father, forgive them
For they know not what they do
Let’s go

[Hook : Rick Ross]
They say I’m gettin’ money, must be illuminati
Talking to the Holy Ghost, in my Bugatti
He knockin’ on the do’ don’t let the devil in
He knockin’ on the do’ don’t let the devil in (x2)

Rick Ross Holy Ghost Lyrics