Rick Ross - Quintessential Lyrics

Ft. Snoop Dogg

(Verse: Rick Ross)
My paint wet, my bitch bad
Straight mastermind, ya rich ass
My cup full, full o' that pink shit
So shut yo fucking mouth, fuck all that weak shit
This MMG shit, MMG shit
She fuck my whole squad, she MMG bitch
Just got that G Wagon, I'm just so innovative
We came fo' the $ bags, so fuck yo invitations
This calls fo' a celebration, Bel-Air celebration
Sixty hoes in the basement, nigga covered all the bases
Jabbar gave me a quarter, I sold it on the first
I took it 2 my mama, here go get what ya deserve!
Mob Tie, Genoves $ trains
Centerpiece, we started at the bottom, until I got a bird
I pull that pussy card, that was all ya heard
Haan, haan, haan

(Hook)
My whole life been based on that pimp shit (Haan)
No $, just movie, real pimp shit (Haan)
Mo' cities, mo' bitches, real slick shit (Haan)
My Maybach it matches my outfit, that pimp shit

(Verse 2: Snoop Dogg)
Keepin' my tool, this shit so cool
Rule no. 1 , ain't no rule
Swallow my lines, follow my grind
Rich white bitch wit a bottle o' whine
Word 2 the wise, word 2 mine
Bird a fly, certified, murder eye(I), dirty die
Neva had black but she heard o' my
D O Dub, I 'done it all, twenty years I bang a ball
91' I had a Lexus, nigga
Ate seafood fo' breakfast, nigga
Caught a few cases in Texas, nigga
Do push-ups till my chest get bigger
I press a nigga till I get it all
Real shit bitch I really do ball
I am the west 2 y'all
Taught y'all how 2 invest in ball
Best o' all, took it on a chest fo' y'all
That's why I get mo' than the rest o' y'all
It's bad enough I entertain
Add it up, gangbang
Get 'em up, slang cane
Bag it up, same thing

(Hook)
My whole life been based on that pimp shit (Haan)
No $, just movie, real pimp shit (Haan)
Mo' cities, mo' bitches, real slick shit (Haan)
My Maybach it matches my outfit, that pimp shit

(Outro)
Titty 1, titty 2, Haan
See these are essentials, essentially speakin' quintessentials
Haan
I bang it all, I dust it all, I smoke wit all my dawgs
I bang it all, I dust it all, I smoke wit all my dawgs
My paint wet, my feet chrome
Fuck boys hey, but they sing along
The real niggas admire
Success makes ya inspire
Nigga came from the jets, I just hired a pilot
Bitches feedin' me fruit
 

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