Rick Ross

Rick Ross - Quintessential lyrics

rate me

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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