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Lil Wayne Feat. Rick Ross - John (If I Die Today) Lyrics

Saturday, April 9th, 2011

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Lil Wayne Feat. Rick Ross - John (If I Die Today) Lyrics

Lil Wayne Feat. Rick Ross - John (If I Die Today) Lyrics

[Lil Wayne]
Fo’ fo’ bulldog, my my pack
I point it at you and tell it fetch
I’m f-cking her good, she got her legs on my neck
I get p-ssy, mouth and ass, call it triple threat
When I was in jail she let me call her collect
But if she get greedy, I’ma starve her to death
Top down, it’s upset ? dick in the world and n-gga I aint ? yet!
You f-ck with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck
The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet
The guns are drawn and I aint talking bout a sketch
I pay these n-ggas with a reality check
Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best
This game is a bitch I got my hand up her dress
The money don’t sleep so Weezy can’t rest
An AK47 is my f-cking address, huh

[Rick Ross]
I’m not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car

[Lil Wayne]
Load up the choppers like it’s December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them where it hurts
Cause if I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I’m talking all brown linen, huh

[Rick Ross]
Big black, and an icey watch
Shoes on the coupe, that got a Nike shop
Counts the profits you could bring ‘em in a Nike box
Grinding in my Jordans kick em off they might high, swish!
I’m swimming in the yellow, boss
In the red 911 looking devilish
Red beam make a n-gga sit down
Thought it were bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time
Drop ?
Make it come back even harder than before
Baby I’m the only one that paid your car notes
Well connected I got killers in Chicago

[Rick Ross]
I’m not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car

[Lil Wayne]
[Lil Wayne Feat. Rick Ross - John (If I Die Today) Lyrics on http://mrkayrell.blogspot.com]
Load up the choppers like it’s December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them where it hurts
Cause if I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I’m talking all brown linen, huh

[Lil Wayne]
Talk stupid get ya head popped
I got that Esther, bitch I’m red fox
Big bee’s, Red Sox
I get money to kill time, big clocks
Your f-cking with a n-gga who don’t give a f-ck
Empty the clip than roll a window up
Swe-swe-swe-sweet, center bun
I’m in a red, she said she
200 thou on a chain, I don’t need a piece
That banana clip, let ya ? speak
Dark shades, Eazy E
Five letters, YMCMB
F-ck that N-gga, f-ck that n-gga
I see ya looking, what ya looking at n-gga
You know the rules, kill em all and keep moving
If I died today it’d be a holiday

[Rick Ross]
I’m not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
So don’t make it come alive
Rip ya apart than I put myself together
YMCMB, double M, we rich forever
The bigger the bullet the more that bitch gon bang
Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint
Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my bitch
My first home invasion, pocket gain and 40 bricks
Son of a bitch, than I made a great escape
Aint it funny momma, only son be baking cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I’m santa claus
N-ggas gather round, I got gifts for all of y’all
Take it home and let it bubble thats the double up
If you get in trouble that just mean you f-cking up
It’s a cold World I need a bird to cuddle up
I call the plays, muthaf-ck huddle up

[Lil Wayne]
I’m not a star, somebody lied, I got a chopper in the car
Yeah

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Rick Ross - In Cold Blood MP3 Lyrics Video

Sunday, April 26th, 2009

Rick Ross - In Cold Blood MP3 Lyrics Video

Run with me or run from me
Pussies don’t get pussy

Yeah

I murdered all of my foes contract killing
Twenty k will get ya grandmamy pinned to the ceiling
Midst of the war I piss on graves
Kids get graced by my piss poor waves
Never could imagine it livin with perellis
Shoulda check ya rearview made a better resonance
Wack yayo caught him slippin while he snort dust
Cold blood bullet hit him like a tour bus
Check the time on my bevardo my jazzy bitch in milano
With niggaz pay me the model
Sway louis on my feet still runnin the street
And I never missed a heartbeat

Family over the money
Money over the bitches
Money don’t mean nothin
And why they callin it riches
Im addicted to watches
Mama tellin me stop it
Got 1 over 50
50 you better watchin

Do him in cold blood
Look him in his eyes may do him with no gloves
Beat the case like orinfa
Above the law its so hard to pin the big dog
Live on so I still bark
In my earliest advance ima kill ya
Make a lil cake haters wanna envy
God wanna see you niggaz in a bentley

Family over the money
Money over the bitches
Money don’t mean nothin
And why they callin it riches
Im addicted to watches
Mama tellin me stop it
Got 1 over 50
And keep 50 in my pocket

Limousines for the don ima three as the charme
Flee red carpet chillin e on my arm
Purple rain smokin haze smokin weed call it purple brain
Im in the purple lable daddy got a purple heart
Not in the service but I’m swoorvin in a purple car
Whats the bitch needed all changed
I go and buy a new one cause I’m sport man

Family over the money
Money over the bitches
Money don’t mean nothin
And why they callin it riches
Im addicted to watches
Mama tellin me stop it
You know I’m totin the rocket
So don’t make a nigga poppin

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