Rick Ross

Rick Ross - Trap Luv

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Feat. Yo Gotti

How to hustle, nigga

Rules,laws

It’s a million dollar

Later, I’m a blessing nigga

How a nigga rich?

But still stressing niggaz

Streets will never ever stop pissin’ niggaz

Send a message , nigga

I believe in hustle

I don’t fuck with love

And the fucking killing mobs

They don’t fuck with us

And 3 levels mean a lot nigga

They mean sacrifice

Cocaine mafia

Double check the price

Niggaz killin’ niggaz like they got a license

Niggaz crossin’ over

Fuck that afro 6

They be tracking niggaz

Guys, good night

I’m gone

When niggaz put their glam down

And get their glam up

You got phone, but you got no dollars

Man this shit ain’t enough

And all the dirt I’ve done

And all the preaching I’ve sold

I can’t sleep at night

Fuck the war show

Cause I shoot this bitch up

And only God knows

Flip eyes, the French eyes and the dominoes

Speak for them boys

And we drag them all

Until these days,

My people never let at all

Souls of black folks to hustle once in a choice

Rap game

Everybody is getting off the top

Fuck interest, as long as you pull it off the lot

Hoes wanna fuck

Haters wanna hate

So don’t make me put a kilo on them

It goes forward, either we take it

Niggaz even shoot the choppers

I said there are some people that I still love

Guess this how it goes

When it’s real blood

I remember counting cash,

Standing in the trap

I turn my hat to the back

And a hundred stacks

Still losing weight with the sky on my back

Nigga

I pray you play by the rules

I came so close to the edge

I pray you play by the rules

I came so close to the edge

I pray you play by these rules

We came so close to the edge

I pray you play by the rules

I pray you preach forever

I pray you preach forever

I pray you preach forever

I pray you preach forever

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