Rick Ross

911 (Remix)

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TESTO - Rick Ross - 911 (Remix)

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TESTO - Rick Ross - 911 (Remix)




God forgives, I don't

In other words, retaliation is a must!






I bow my head, I pray to God

Survival of the fittest: help me hold my chopper lord!

If I die today, on the highway to heaven

Can I let my top down in my 911?

In my 911?

In my 911?

In my 911?

In my 911?

Financial fanatic, 40 bricks in my attic

400K in my baggage, 80 round automatic

You can't stop a bullet, this one for the money

Secret indictments, Porsche costs me 200






Fuck all these broke niggas cause all I do is ball

Ain't no more off days, my crib look like a mall

Fired the stylist, went and bought a big and tall

Niggas still scheming, but we sliding on 'em all!

I remember picking watermelons

Now the Porsche cost me a quarter million!

If I die tonight I know I'm coming back nigga

Reincarnated: big black fat nigga!






I bow my head, I pray to God

Survival of the fittest: help me hold my chopper lord!

If I die today, on the highway to heaven

Can I let my top down in my 911?

In my 911?

In my 911?

In my 911?

In my 911?

Financial fanatic, 40 bricks in my attic

400K in my baggage, 80 round automatic

You can't stop a bullet, this one for the money

Secret indictments, Porsche costs me 200






Fuck your investigation, started my elevation

Cherry red 911 straight to my destination

Mayweather got a fight, make me some reservations

Knew I flew private nigga, strapped with no hesitations

Gucci Pucci money long, he got 20 cars

Graduated from them blocks, now it's stocks and bonds

Hoes wanna know, hoes wanna show

They know a nigga's name, they know a nigga's strong

Fuck wit me!






I bow my head, I pray to God

Survival of the fittest: help me hold my chopper lord!

If I die today, on the highway to heaven

Can I let my top down in my 911?

In my 911?

In my 911?

In my 911?

In my 911?

Financial fanatic, 40 bricks in my attic

400K in my baggage, 80 round automatic

You can't stop a bullet, this one for the money

Secret indictments, Porsche costs me 200






When I climb on top, I say I'm into you

A lot of chickens in the coupe; cock-a-doodle-doo

I fucked the secretary, fuck the interview

If I was in the NBA, I'd hoop in Gucci tennis shoes

Chopper spray like antihistamines

Triple beam, Versace swag on creatine

When I left the lot, I spent a half a milli

When I pulled up to your spot, I had a half a ceiling

Got your bitch with me, trying to suck up

I don't trust my chauffeur, so shut the fuck up

Uh, the new chopper hold a hundred rounds

When I park on the curb, the grill look like Bobby Brown






I bow my head, I pray to God

Survival of the fittest: help me hold my chopper lord!

If I die today, on the highway to heaven

Can I let my top down in my 911?

In my 911?

In my 911?

In my 911?

In my 911?

Financial fanatic, 40 bricks in my attic

400K in my baggage, 80 round automatic

You can't stop a bullet, this one for the money

Secret indictments, Porsche costs me 200

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