can eat at all When things are big that should be small Who can tell what magic spells We'll be doing for us? And I'm giving all my love to this world
a few births I can make you new friends Or get you fired from work And since the day I left Milwaukee Lynchburg, Bordeaux, France Been makin' the bars lots of big
it long and hold it in her mouth I got a bitch with hair, a bitch with none A bitch with a knife, a bitch with a gun A bitch with a ass big as a TV set
I truck big fat rings 'Cause in the motherland gold is for kings I got backup to jack up, punks who try to act up Do a world tour, watch the big bank
gold that jewelry don't phase me Cordless phone, eight or nine homes Girlies on my Jammie with Ice-T Jones Bank account boomin', fast lane zoomin' Known around the world
Come on, Ice Kick that shit Now I'm a player, I been all around the world Made love to many girls But tonight this was the big league And I was worryin
? When they face to face with a real nigga huh? You face to face with a real nigga now! Yea! I am the truest! Haha Ohh! Big shoutout to New York City!
Avion, indulge you to hang out Intoxicate me, free your mind, free my mind, freak all night It's evident, when two worlds collide, you're twice as hot Wet through the new
Louis The XIII freaks Women nice size I ride Like Porsches Thick, brown, and gorgeous It ain't my fault Semiautomatic weapons I brought The world "Crazy
there's something about you) On the East side, that's the crew I choose Nothin' I do is new to you (Oh, hoo) I smack up the world if they rude to you
make it rain make it shower Top floor, big timer doin' big things Over city views bought shawty new Range Flip another 100, poppin' throwin' hundreds In a new
it killin' shit Came in that bitch with my ego and got cash I demand you to raise your hand and Pledge Allegiance To The Swag [Chorus] [Verse 2: Rick Ross] World
to the next one, on to the next I'm on to the next one, on to the next Hold up, freeze, hey Somebody bring me back some money please, hey Hov' on that new
my vein The pride and the pain all the way back from the rise of my name See the world clear through the eyes of the mane See the world cheer for the
Looked at the clock and it say right now, Get a pound break it down, blow it like trial, Panatella Dutchy wine in my tall glass, Young Money baby, big
****** and they girlfriends White leather, hot new bare rims Brand new pistol with the trigger like a hair pin Big w***, we don't need a scale man Big
this legacy that's real life My brothers cupar, protect me from my friends haud My enemies beleza, choking on anestezija Throw my signs high, reconize world wide, world