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Rick Ross

Wuzzup

 

Wuzzup

(album: Hood Billionaire - 2014)


Tatted tears for my woadies doing bids in they 40s
The height a nigga go to for a penthouse with garages
Keep my hand on the hammer, feds on the scanner
Bun B in my blood, Pimp C as I chatter
Riding dirty but my watches, I just took my bitches shopping
Just landed in Detroit, I got a bitch as soft as cotton
All that talking, it ain't nothing
Rozay comfy in the pocket
Teddy Bridgewater run the trap just like a faucet
Heroin on hollow tips, may I sit you with the highest?
No fly zone, muhfucka I'm the flyest
Go and pay your rent, my new dicky covered in lint
Canary pinky ring, I got PETA all on my dick

I just pulled up to the office, time to link up with my partners
Bring a quarter to the table, we can go and get a dollar
Put my bitches all on hold, like crackers sent me up the road
They gon' break off any way or time to do it for your woes, wuzzup?
They say them killas looking for me, wuzzup?
They say them people asking questions, wuzzup?
They say them slidas sliding on me, wuzzup?
They say my number's gettin better, wuzzup?

Photoshoot fresh, four Cubans laying on my chest
Nigga hating from the start, still I wish 'em the best
Killa with no regrets, chinchilla, so finesse
Testosterone hella high, survived by getting by
Polish up all your flaws, you can't be fucking her raw
Finally made it to the majors, stealing bases of course
Giving bitches your money, she giving it to your dog
He who pillow talking the longest, may you rest in the morgue
48 Laws flawed, my dawgs above the law
Duck-tape Robert Greene, make him read the Qu'ran
Couple dollars on my neck, DGK on my sweats
Cartier frames, Belaire on my breath

I just pulled up to the office, time to link up with my partners
Bring a quarter to the table, we can go and get a dollar
Put my bitches all on hold, like crackers sent me up the road
They gon' break off any way or time to do it for your woes, wuzzup?
They say them killas looking for me, wuzzup?
They say them people asking questions, wuzzup?
They say them slidas sliding on me, wuzzup?
They say my number's gettin better, wuzzup?

done

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