暂停下载lrc！<br><br>锘縖ti:mafia music]<br>[ar:rick ross]<br>[al:deeper than rap]<br>[by:娲诲湪鐣朵笅]<br>[00:01.12]rick ross - mafia music<br>[00:03.64]<br>[00:05.13]www.geciduoduo.com @ 娲诲湪鐣朵笅 鍒朵綔<br>[00:08.97]<br>[00:11.61]i got a feelin nigga wit it (?) and my money be da root. <br>[00:14.84]look up at da stars, she like "honey where da roof?" <br>[00:17.85]pull up in a dawes (?), canaries (?) dey go on roof, <br>[00:20.70]even once had a job pourin tar up on da roof. <br>[00:23.77]dat boy had it hard, no facade it’s da truth, <br>[00:26.68]so now when i menage and get massaged it’s da proof. <br>[00:29.73]proof’s in da pudding and dat bakin soda taken, <br>[00:32.55]paper dat i’m makin, gotta take dem photos naked. <br>[00:35.88]listenin to niggas like whistlin dat wendy williams, <br>[00:38.83]i flip my middle finga, i’m chillin on twenty million. <br>[00:41.80]da rumors turn me on i’m masterbatin at da top, <br>[00:44.80]these hoes so excited so dey catchin every drop. <br>[00:47.75]i’m dodgin debacles like pot holes in jamaica, <br>[00:50.76]we cut down the weed, bury the paper on dem acres. <br>[00:53.85]martin had a dream, bob got high, <br>[00:56.80]i still do both but somehow i got by. <br>[00:59.47]<br>[00:59.87]preflo prayed, mike vick payed, <br>[01:02.81]bobby brown strayed, whitney lost weight. <br>[01:05.86]kimbo slice on da pad when i write, <br>[01:08.73]dat may why the money lookin funny in the light. <br>[01:11.80]but who really cares? you just throw it in the air, <br>[01:14.84]celebratin wealth, pourin mo毛t in her hair- <br>[01:17.76]excuse me, her weeve- the bluest of weed, <br>[01:20.80]trunk full of white, car smell like bleu cheese. <br>[01:23.82]dat boy get salad (?), beef bout movements, <br>[01:26.86]bm dubs on dem big thangs lookin foolish. <br>[01:29.95]shawty sittin low, big thangs poppin, <br>[01:32.83]tip on da glock from a trip up in compton. <br>[01:35.86]shootin at da cops- fuck one time. <br>[01:38.78]i gave her to da block, i fucked one time. <br>[01:41.79]we boys in da hood and nigga you lil’ trey, <br>[01:44.69]suppress ya appetite, we takin ya lil’ tray. <br>[01:47.89]love my handgun but my choppa still da shit, <br>[01:50.67]banned in 1994 but i’m too legit to quit. <br>[01:53.87]1996, kilos was the shit, <br>[01:56.67]but dat were better den roofin dat shit be bad for ya skin. <br>[01:59.98]niggas was ruthless, lord knows dat i sinned, <br>[02:02.71]but i thought about my future and the loops i could pin. <br>[02:05.80]walked out on a gig and i turned to da streets, <br>[02:08.77]kept my name low key, i ain’t heard from in weeks. <br>[02:11.78]i came up with a strategy to come up mathematically, <br>[02:14.96]i did it for da city but now everybody mad at me. <br>[02:17.95]mothafuck em all, they sweat from my balls, <br>[02:20.74]if i drop anotha album i did dat fo my dawgs. <br>[02:23.96]10 maybachs, everybody ridin big, <br>[02:26.85]i just sit back like: look what i did. <br>[02:29.90]den i bow my head and beg for forgiveness, <br>[02:32.90]once i said my prayer, everybody back to business. <br>[02:35.76]<br>[02:36.06]smokin on a blunt in my own restaurant, <br>[02:38.58]people lookin from a distance think i’m big daddy kunk, <br>[02:41.90]reincarnated, spirit of a g. <br>[02:44.75]beef? i’ll make u dinner, take a seat so we could eat. <br>[02:47.75]a farrakhan aura, paws on the port, <br>[02:50.82]you eat from da bowl while ya dog need a fork. <br>[02:53.84]niggas ain’t loyal, snakes slithered in dey coil, <br>[02:56.71]i’m laughin at you cuz, kill you niggas when i’m bored. <br>[02:59.50]<br>[02:59.89]we steppin on ya crew til the mothafuckas crushed, <br>[03:02.85]and makin sweet love to every women dat ya lust. <br>[03:05.78]i love to pay her bills, can’t wait to pay her rent, <br>[03:08.71]curtis jackson baby mama ain’t askin for a cent. <br>[03:11.84]burn the house down, we gotta buy another, <br>[03:14.74]don’t forget the gas can, jealous, stupid muthafucka. <br>[03:17.87]to anotha chapter, paper dat i captured, <br>[03:20.85]caught up in da rapture of gunshots and laughter. <br>[03:23.89]homicide is human and nigga you lookin funny, <br>[03:26.82]women love to stare cause dey know dey see da money. <br>[03:29.86]i open up a mind by openin bank accounts, <br>[03:32.79]deposit a 100 stacks, break up or take it out. <br>[03:35.80]baby dats a gift, maybe you could live, <br>[03:38.85]i knew it wouldn’t work, but i just like to give. <br>[03:42.06]used to run da street- young nigga, bare feet, <br>[03:44.81]now i’m in da suites and i’m eatin crab meats. <br>[03:48.00]ice so right, otha rappers envy, <br>[03:50.83]dey callin all my jewelers up askin wat he spendin. <br>[03:53.78]thinkin bout boss, not thinkin bout dem, <br>[03:56.78]this a letter to my enemies, one i won’t send.<br>[04:01.24]<br>