Rick Ross

Rick Ross - Albert Pujols lyrics

rate me

Boss is my position, I got the ammunition

All Wale talkin is Ambition

(Rick Ross)

In the caravan of some Latin b!tches

Talking caramel with them asses like them strippers

Oye mami, ven aca come here for papi chulo

Let me knock it out the park, I'm talking Albert Pujols

(Wale)

Albert Pujols, trial left two hoes up in my new mothefucking two door

This shit ain't nothing new though

I'm tryna knock that out the park, Albert Pujols

Made a million with the pen

Make my women follow dreams, pussy poppin follow head

Bitches check on my stats, women get too attached

Fuck what them niggas saying I hit whoever at bat

Tryna rock it Atlanta Bravest know that I'm awesome

Bet I be like Fenway out in Boston, my green is a monster

We don't speak to informants, they just look for a way out

They just hating on the game, they just way too Canseco

Gotta thank my crew, my label, everything I do they a o-

K with, who the fuck gon' say something?

Shit grand like a mothefucking base load

Three strikes put a mothefucking K up

Double M nigga now we up

Three strikes like a mothefucking C.C

You wife ain't shit, we G'd her

Huh, we G'd up, G'd up

Up in my new two door

Out the park, gon Albert Pujols

(Rick Ross)

In the caravan of some Latin b!tches

Talking caramel with them asses like them strippers

Oye mami, ven aca come here for papi chulo

Let me knock it out the park, I'm talking Albert Pujols

(Wale)

Albert Pujols, trial left two hoes up in my new motherfucking two door

This shit ain't nothing new though

I'm tryna knock that out the park, Albert Pujols

Feel like I seen it all, but I can't say so

Be a snitch! No way, Jose Canseco

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas Yankees though

It's going down in history, the way I valet two doors

She blew a kiss at me, I told her dale culo

Listen b, just give my stylist Kudos

And my consistency, I call that Albert Pujols

Shouts out to St. Louey, swag champ I got the belt

Big H if it ain't Louie, cuffing you bitch is not gon' help

They asking me what I wear, I think YSL is how its spell

And I might just let you touch it if you don't go tell 'em how It felt

Real nigga, that's just how I'm built

From turning white into cream, powdered milk

To getting rich off a dream, I throw it in a bag

This the Ambition anthem, I float it to a flat

(Rick Ross)

In the caravan of some Latin b!tches

Talking caramel with them asses like them strippers

Oye mami, ven aca come here for papi chulo

Let me knock it out the park, I'm talking Albert Pujols

(Wale)

Albert Pujols, trial left two hoes up in my new mothef-cking two door

This shit ain't nothing new though

I'm tryna knock that out the park, Albert Pujols

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