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lirik lagu rick ross - black and white

a n-gg- black, but he selling white
a n-gg- black, but he selling white
wanna gain it all, but you gon’ lose your life
a n-gg- black, but he selling white
a n-gg- black, but he selling white
n-gg- crib so big it’s a d-mn shame
n-gg-‘s selling white for a gold chain

i’ve been trained to go since a young n-gg- stepped off the porch
catch me in the kitchen, kilo, hey bring the fork
i’ve been trying to hold it down with these n-gg-s living so foul
grunting out on n-gg-s intent of knocking ya down
bang – your window shattered like it never mattered
you moving weight, your pockets getting fatter
it’s politics when it come to sticks
see m-ss of blood, n-gg- want a brick
my money funny, but you gotta love it
high heel thugging in magic city, these b-tches f-cking
your homie doing tax since they call it fraud
i’m in and out of traffic, still moving hard

a n-gg- black, but he selling white
a n-gg- black, but he selling white
20 grand a night if you can get it right
a n-gg- sitting in the benz and it’s white on white

take a look at me, i’m trapping
no excuses, i’m stacking, talking hundred on top of hundred
them 100 making the magic blow
a hundred in a day, a hundred different ways
rich n-gg-, b-tch, put a hundred in my grave
make my headstone read ”head of mmg”
that’s another hundred mill, really, you can come and see
forbes dot com, i’m the teflon don
too close to a n-gg- as a motherf-cking bomb
trayvon martin, i’m never missing my target
b-tch n-gg-s hating, tell me it’s what i’m parking
wingstop owner, lend me pepper aroma
young, black n-gg-, barely got a diploma

a n-gg- black, but he selling white
a n-gg- black, but he selling white
20 grand a night if you can get it right
a n-gg- sitting in the phantom and it’s white on white
a n-gg- black, but he selling white
a n-gg- black, but he selling white
20 grand a night if you can get it right
a n-gg- sitting in the benz and it’s white on white

showing ’til the day i die, i’mma look up at the sky
young trap star, reap, the world is mine
proceeding with my grind like police is on my line
instagramming sh-t for all the teachers i despised
never saw my vision, you only saw me suspended
now my white b-tches be f-cking me ’til i’m windy
breathe, breathe, young n-gg-, breathe
if your -ss wasn’t rapping, what would you be?

- lirik lagu rick ross

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