Rick Ross


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TESTO - Rick Ross - Amazing


TESTO - Rick Ross - Amazing

Regardless of how it goes down, life goes on, am I right?

Am I right? Am I right?

Just the way I've conditioned my mindset

For me to stand position well, I can survive

Living a life of crime is nothing you should glamorize

When seeing your mother smile you had to fantasize

But now it's jellyfish in all the fish tanks

So rich, think what's on a nigga wrist fake

Ain't Jewish, thank jewelers for Frank Muellers

Tenth grade, Mac 11s, they ain't schoolers

Taught us to think foolish, degrade women

Call all the bitches hoes, still amazed with them

Corner educated, codeine medicated

Every night we celebrated cause we elevated

I am Michael Tyson, Robin Givens in the wind

She knocking at the door, don't let that devil in

Ordered her room service, caviar and cannabis

She ordered the nose candy with the candles lit

Am laid back, status of a Corleone

Screaming Maybach with my Yellow Rollie on

All my watches designer, all my women designer

Simple gifts from the Gods, I pray you all pray for survival

Smiling in your face, Mac 11 on his waist

Make or break your day better, say your amazing grace

Now you beefing with motherfuckers you never heard of

It's just another hurdle, they wanna see you murdered

Or back to flippin' burgers, better bust your burners

Say my amazing grace, before they reach they a verdict

Hey hells kitchen burning me a bell pepper

Minus the lady, P.I. 80 cuz it smells better

Say my amazing grace, she says it's just a phase

Unless it's sustained, am not in this for fame

Minus the hoe shit, the most 'emo-shit'

Versace, Neils, 60 mils selling blow shit

Coudn't make a layer, labelled a brick layer

Pull up at the park in the six, player

Six speed all the fares they can follow

Am at the Delano, where my model mulatto

Turn the strip club into an arcade

For a coin you could play dem broads, broad day

Get them junkies blowing before I master Donkey Kong

Shit was funny till I started bringing money home

Still think it's a game, aim at your high score

Call it a rap beef, bitch I'm down to die for it

All my watches designer

All my women designer

They wanna see you murdered

Better bust your burner

That's all I know, got a feeling

100 million up, that's the realest

(Maybach Music)


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