Summer Seventeen by Rick Ross
Feat. Feat. DeJ Loaf
Album : Rather You Than Me
Released : 2017
Genre : Hip Hop / Rap
Label: EPIC
u scared to die ***?
Open your eyes wide and I pray you are
I’m out on bond so I gotta beat it
All the *** boys say they wanna be me
I got a lick boy, I got a lick
2017 trust me boy, this one is it
I used to smoke the *** until my fingers burn
Pool of *** *** me, I got em’ taking turns
My *** bought the stick but you wanna fade
Made runnin’ in the bank a residential thing
All my niggas mad they like *** the world
Back to standin’ on the ave with a couple birds
If you a killer well I’m tryna see
Cause calling the police is the only thing free
I had to park that purple Lamborghini
And pull that Chevy back out on the cement
I’m from the city where they *** for nothin’
And all Renzel do is push a button
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
I pulled my pistol then I said my name
I know you scared but repeat your game
You off to hell when you see them flames
Now pray for me cause I had did some things
I’m keepin’ neck bones in my mama pot
Got on my necklaces; I’m sittin’ in a drop
I’m livin’ reckless and it never stop
That’s why I’m beefin’ with a *** live right up the block
A body fall I might get double back
Your money gone that’s why I’m runnin’ rap
They put my rhymes in the New York Times
I let her snort a line, ridin’ when I slide
I tend to smile when the bricks movin’
Might grow the beard big as Rick Rubin
Okay, Coral, *** get ’em up
All them *** smile, who want it in the butt
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
I’m out on bond so I gotta beat it
Half a million to my lawyer cause he undefeated
Shots fired; you short of breathing
Barefoot, cause them kids took your Adidas
I’m keepin’ fried fish up in my mama pan
How much y’all detectives call yo’ boy the son of Sam
Zaca flesh shake up the block, that’s with a hundred grand
Put that voodoo on you niggas so that ***’ll jam
You know them niggas killers how they name ring
You know them niggas winners how they chain swing
All the *** sellin’ *** charge the same thing
Richest *** in the hood, we call him Rain Man
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
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