Rick Ross

Rick Ross - Elvis Presley Blvd (Remix)

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Feat. Yo Gotti, Project Pat, Juicy J, MJG & Young Dolph

Second album and yeah I’m on my trash yeah

Make her skinny hoer, baby like a fat bitch

Fly then move same like a plane and bust behind teas

Grand dad was a plam, uncle Sam a pimp

All I wanted is see how my dogs get a shot, they did

Looking on my jewels , no bullshit nigga shutting me

Drop the top of my new car ain’t nothing in my heart

Hate the shots of my new choppers, sixty nine your bro

Lil bro will brought and clean it at your bag, crip

What this spot, ain’t big enough this simple lists

Limping back but now Luisiana ball

I let my chopper and push the nigga throw it up

305 them boys bust some food

That’s why I fucked your bitch and holly felt good

Fucked her like a man, shoulda heard her splash

Paper view, my pimping nigga, see OD my cash

Blowing switch and sweet south in your bitches on

I should claim this pussy nigga on my income text

Fifty rex go to black on the louna table

Same one step on the floor, will be the basic cable

Time waist up in the wait coming out, caught

As I slide out with this Presley bullet

Time to say a prayer so nigga ball your hair

An you better watch your hands in my grace lane

I ride down with this Presley bullet

ride down with this Presley bullet

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

Tell the pussy crackers that can bring the dogs

Boy I use to blow it out but stay a second

Old school sheavy Elvis Presley BLVd

Be there prescription, pills we call the basic thang

Got bricks of Elvis Presley and is all for us

Look rose go rose and they role a pink

Hoers in the ship you know is ‘bout to sik

Never burn a brick they know how to bust thick

If you a fuck nigga, we will never leave

I’m in business with hitters and killers

My niggas gorillas how ball all the greyly

Rest of the niggas be roaf for the G niggas

Will ride for the niggas how blowing out whistle

Caught my city I’m like AC work nigga yeah under mirror

And old school left like that (?)

Bitch I’m in the hood I’m riding down in Elvis Presley blvd

Got the dog grooving soft nigga in her heart

You can tell the cracker they could go and get the dogs

I’m riding down IFV say it on my face you can tell it how

You wide bitches can ball like a hale

Three black bitches wanna hale like a tale

One fat bitch when I fucked up over this side she fell

Stay to the floor, sound of the beat

Drunk all the hoers drop stop pound it again

Look at me now, I’m climbing again

She so wet I’m drawing in here

MGG tell the cracker go get the dogs

And win them dogs, don’t find anything

You can tell them crackers go get some ball

Get some balls yeah, true and they zip again

G was just trapping on that boy and that’s just how it should be

I’m riding down in Elvis Presley bullet

Bitch I’m in the hood I’m riding down in Elvis Presley blvd

Got the dog grooving soft nigga in her heart

You can tell the cracker they could go and get the dogs

Robbery on the routine face the chopper all of the places

Messed up til the (?) clap but we (?) til our choppers(?)

A pistol and a skill again that nigga’s acid

A key and car if you get caught, put in federal opinion

Moving bricks like a car trap the piddle in time

Roll down all the chicken but how we moved down for that

Misunderstand take for nowhere and get the dope

If I park this instead of get low we kick ‘em dope

I got no bases with this plugs I got to hot the sign

Get my boy a case and his mouth (?)

Get you sucker dick up and you (?)

(?) until all your meme’s

If they give up with Sam and Smith

Y’all will get a grammy

I’m riding down in Elvis Presley blvd

I’m riding down in Elvis Presley blvd

I’m riding down in Elvis Presley blvd

Got the dog grooving soft nigga in her heart

You can tell the cracker they could go and get the dogs

Ball up on the (?) art, hup on my niggas slow

I don’t fuck with you but I know I probably fucked your hoer

Holey is only a bullet (?),hup on my niggas slow

Shut it out in the morning, did it on a corner and hit down for a prison

I’m the man of all that scene

You can’t stand the rain like Timberland and Miss (?)

Get the fuck out of this Mephise, we hand without and (?)

Dope dealers, stone cold and go killer

Hustle get money nigga , smart niggas, call it when we hop and rock niggas

I’m riding down in Elvis Presley blvd

My trofee full of bay R (?) then I fucker you chick

Nigga is Memphis, choppers in your mouth like a dentist

Watch your paper, you fucking with

And what all that bitches sucking dick

I’mma legend in these streets

Eyes fuck, all green sit inside, always gone up the hopic waves

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