Rick Ross

Rick Ross - Elvis Presley BLVD

rate me

Hood billionaire

Lookin’ at these quiet nuts

I'm making more with the baking soda,

Don't hate on me

You know where I'm at ,dog

I'm riding down on Elvis Presley BLVD

I'm riding down on Elvis Presley BLVD

Got the dogs, Rugers off, nigga, in the heart

You can tell them pussy crackers they can bring the dogs

I'm riding down on Elvis Presley BLVD

I'm riding down on Elvis Presley BLVD

Got the dogs, Rugers off, nigga, in the heart

You can tell them pussy crackers they can bring the dogs

I got Priscilla

I got Vanilla,

I’ve been that nigga, I’ve been that nigga

I bend that corner, I'm stacking scrilla

I'm riding down on Elvis Presley BLVD

I'm riding down on Elvis Presley BLVD

Got the dogs, Rugers off, nigga, in the heart

You can tell them crackers they can go and get the dogs

My face familiar, my face familiar

Half a milli for the whip,

This bitch'll hurt your feelings

I could fly Brazillian, send her in the mail

She got Meek Milly cellphone in the county jail

I'm at the car wash off on Elvis Presley BLVD

That nina hit your van, your ass gonna holla ''good God''

You feel that itch, you feel that itch?

That Camaro moving fast, boy, I'm getting rich

I'm riding down on Elvis Presley BLVD

I'm riding down on Elvis Presley BLVD

Got the dogs, Rugers off, nigga, in the heart

You can tell them pussy crackers they can bring the dogs

I'm riding down on Elvis Presley BLVD

I'm riding down on Elvis Presley BLVD

Got the dogs, Rugers off, nigga, in the heart

You can tell them crackers they can go and get the dogs

Run up in the chopper,

I push the panic button

Lil' 'Toine snorting coke, he ain't scared of nothing

Bumping player fly until a player die

Charged them for the nine gram, but I gave a five

My baking soda fine,

I'm baking over dimes

I got them brown bags,

I bet they know the smell

I'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVD

Can I park an airplane in a nigga yard?

I'm riding down on Elvis Presley BLVD

I'm riding down on Elvis Presley BLVD

Got the boy, got the girl, and I got the heart

Tell them pussy crackers they can bring the dogs

Fresh in them sneakers, pills up,

I'm stepping on the dogs

Bringing down a half a thing, mane,

Get these puppies off

Hard work pays off, get more if you selling soft

Catch you slipping out here though, my dog, we knock your melon off

They cannot stunt, shoot them, rifles long like African

Got them young boys shooting shit up like Africans

Me gold in me mouth, run my nigga like leprechaun

Lamborghini or Ferrari, watch these bitches come

Packing funds all because me go quick to rob the clubs

Me go an hour full of slugs,

Left these bodies full of slugs

Met me on the south side of the city with the whole thing

Iced them with the heater,

Took the shit, it's a cold game

These niggaz know I done it,

Now there's rumors they want my head

Got my Russian bitch sleeping with me right in the bed

My niggaz killing about this shit,

For realling about this shit

Fuck around and get a hundred years, dog, for about this shit

I'm riding down on Elvis Presley BLVD

I'm riding down on Elvis Presley BLVD

Got the dogs, Rugers off, nigga, in the heart

You can tell them crackers they can go and get the dogs

I'm riding down on Elvis Presley BLVD

I'm riding down on Elvis Presley BLVD

Got the boy, got the girl, and I got the heart

Tell them pussy crackers they can bring the dogs

Bring the dogs

They can bring the dogs

Go get the dogs

Go bring the dogs

Go bring the dogs

Go bring the dogs

Go get them dogs

Go get them dogs

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