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lirik lagu rick ross - white house (remix)

[verse 1: rick ross]
yeah i’m still on that ’96
first time a n-gga ever seen 90 bricks
yeah them crackers gave b00by life
i got too much money now i’m living b00by life
moving heavy weight it’s funny that my uzi light
i’m getting money see a hundred on a tuesday night
i f-ck with opa-locka, i love my n-gga ned
one time for fat wayne, my n-ggas beat the feds
f-ck all these rap n-ggas, i’m on some other sh-t
owe a million to the cubans, irs, and government
yeah i showed love, but i was sh-tted on
so now i’m onto war, and you can get it homes
you want to know who i’m talking to?
if it’s f-ck me, p-ssy n-gga f-ck you
they hate the maybach, they hate the b.m
in the last year i done blown 3 m’s
i’m putting out 3 films
blue levi’s breathing on them green timbs
i love y’all, so n-gga love me
you like my only son, so come and hug me
i’m where the thugs be, with all my jewels on
go ahead and judge me, she want to touch me
she wants to call me, she wants to f-ck me
now should you blame her?
a n-gga famous

[verse 2: brisco]
let me think back to ’98
when ricky finally rose his right and swore before the state
they gave him life, i was just turning 16
a little g, four hundred thousand when i’m 18
born on the side of town where them k!llers ride around
with two open cases, four pills, and a full pound
chrome in his pants, and he standing like “f-ck you
i’m reppin’ opa-locka, so don’t make a n-gga touch you”
we open traps with three workers and a lt
sticks on deck in case these p-ssy n-ggas want beef
it’s the white house, n-gga shoot the lights out
stop the whole game when them n-ggas pull them dice out
i’m fat, happy, two shade, black w-lly d
i’m teary eyed i swear to god and a n-gga itchy
triple c, black flag, what the l!ck read?
i’m a dat boy, who want ?

[verse 3: flo rida & young breed]
heeeeyyy!
i’m in the white house, d-ck cheney my watch out
no condoleezza rice it’s clean pots and pans now
i bleach the floors, i get clean just like ochoa
or mickey munday them bricks white as al gore
if i don’t f-ck with cookies n-gga why am i the keebler man?
they don’t want that triple beam scale or that beaker sand
them birds lookin’ like my air force 1’s
they all get checked i don’t care if it’s a ton
(flo you’ve been off them)
so don’t let your boy toss them
in the everglades, n-gga the certified dade
bobby brown baby, in the motherf-cking mayb
like little nicky scarfo with a colombian named papo
we’ll send a thousand of ’em
you send a thousand more
that’s seven stacks a piece to lock down the whole east
and n-gga that ain’t eating that’s a motherf-cking feast
them poe boy stacks, hey ross where we at?

[hook: rick ross]
i’m in the white house
i’m in the white house
i call the shots, i could get your -ss wiped out
we in the white house
we in the white house
big phantom on the lawn getting wiped down
i’m in the white house
i’m in the white house
i call the shots, i could get your -ss wiped out
we in the white house
we in the white house
big phantom on the lawn getting wiped down

[verse 4: gunplay]
i’m a thousand db’s
i’m ’bout violence no peace
my yacht was a thousand degrees
drop ’em, f-ck copping them pleas
the robbers be robbing with me, they riding with me
in caddy devilles, we tatted the grill
busted out my product in the dollar trynna get more
limo db’s hide the murder, in the wind i’m burning indo
mansion signing party ren rover should have been there
boosie too, thirty right
d-mn! i’m losing all my n-ggas
triple c records and reels, trilla on deck
black flag next
gunplay, k!llswitch
b-tch it’s over what’s over
cut the check, you feel the full effect
i finally realized how many n-ggas full of sh-t
so many murders turned the white house burgundy
triple secret service whiffing bourbons on purple weed
addicted to diamonds and hood b-tches with purple weaves
cocaine, hennessey, gunplay out the candle free!

[verse 5: torch]
ain’t no plan b’s with no degree
i’m hand-to-hand on these streets
zone ? move it by the o, man-to-man d
torch call me t.o., relocate with them kilos
ceelo with them burners early
4-5-6 sh-t cause he sold
that rock, cooking non-stop
pots never chill
? same block, better deals than them other n-ggas
connects with southern n-ggas getting bulk
bruce banner wrapped in that saran b-tch i’m shipping hulk
soon as they smoke it, they shaking like we’re hogan man
when they bring they mama tv through you know it’s that dish!
triple c’s set up shop on any ave
disrespect and get your head shot, all you see’s the flag!
?
all i see is more cash, your -ss in the way
b-tch my name global, same soldier, bi-coastal
went from dealing weight local to real estate mogul
motherf-cker who you?

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