Rick Ross - Mafia Music (Remix) lyrics

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Yeah! Maybach Music, Lamborghini level

Who's that cheddar better than the rat killa

That nigga that busts gaps quicker, and he go back nigga

The mafia way toast it up like Sopranos

And when it starts snowin', I push it like pianos

Back in the Lambo, like I was born with it

Makaveli porpouse shoot up the

From the cradle to the grave on this 22s

Before I take my last breath I let them semi nudes

Is there a heaven for a nigga with the crucifix

So much ice in it makes it all gin & juice with this

B O double S that's my nigga ROSS

And that's my Cali connect, cause I can get it crossed

Use the products in the bath and watch that bitch flow

Couple years pass now it's skiis on the big boat

Take a shortcut, round the Pacific

Throw the Ak in the Atlantic

That's Mafia Livin'!

Guess who is beezack, yeah nigga you guess

Who shot ya, I spit murder, the music is mafia

The swag is capable but that's just comparison

It's impossible like they'll get our move

And I trip out of the spoon, infectious the hood

It's a cold afternoon, you get shot at your home

Now I smell pussy

Pussy got lips but it don't talk to me

That's why you my bitch and you on my dick

Cause I fucked you up once, fucked you up twice

And you still talking shit

What must I do to get through to you?

Kindly get off my dick

For that chchchchoppin' get the popopopopoppin'of a niggas that been mouthin of

Read in between the lines when you hear me talk

Go on get outta line this is ruin y'all

I'm a nigga 'til I die, and I ain't even try

See the murder in my eye, nigga fuck the other side

I don't give a fuck, I will bring you Jerry cups

Yayo is it's bottom bitch, Banks is the gali girl

Don't worry about Whoo Kid,

Right into the tower and big pistol not to Dre

Don't let me catch nausea,

I don't smoke the card man, he can't even help it

Help him, bigger than Maybach Music

Got them choppers man, don't make excuses

Hits out the prop, they call me Big Papi

Even if you shot me you still couldn't stop me

Still went to Africa, still wore a big chain

Where you got robbed at? Nigga on the same stage

I say shit that you can't say, cause I ain't snitch

I ain't bitch made!

David beat Goliath

Triple black beams, lord forgive me for my sins

I put hits on all you niggas including some more friends

Money come and go, but the trill will remain

Bitch I keep it real like I still dealin' kane

Realest shit I wrote and I put this on this quote

Before I had a flow I had a kilogram of coke

Money on the flow, 20 homies on the books

Fat mark boss but I'm runnin with the crooks

No need for a vest that I suffocate the flash

Let the riffle sing cause I have a dream

My carrer just got king in a tuff full of cream

Pink champagne seem to take away the pain

While the blue

Money ain't the thang, bitch that's a lie

It only controls every bitch that's alive

Money manifest, haters gotta die

Tia neva told you that that muthafucker rides

Niggas take insides, crack smokin' wides

Crackin'crabs at the table, count the cash, crack the wine

Snakes gotta feel it, beef neva squash

It's time of my embark on my million man march

A month of the dark, name me the victim

In a sweet

Markey snops, markey stops

Then I give that 50 cent a marquesse pops

A put a milli on it, this pussy don't want it

Show up in his hood with the woods by demony

Nigga this a gift, maybe you could live

My music is the mob, it is what it is

Strap to a tee, it's real as it gets

Only Boss gettin' money with the Bloods & the Crips

AMEN!