Rick Ross - Wing Stop (Remix) lyrics
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(Verse)
Respect a man who can turn his own keep
20 women in the crib, I'm talkin' hide and seek
The lifestyle that I live, niggas deserve to see
So I let ya in my crib just as a courtesy
To put ya niggas honor what yo Ghost for
That's what I bought the Raytheon and two ghosts for
Makin' music but the snitches say we dope boy
Welcome to US Marshals kickin' the dope, boy
Black Dali in my all black Impala
Or red Caprice where I'm known in these streets
Come to yo city nigga and I'm neva checkin' in
Cause my hittas who hit it neva respected him
We put yo home address nigga off of LinkedIn in
Man, who hotter than all y'all, my nigga Meek and them
Fifty financial woes, I neva speak of them
Years ago Pimping Curly we know we ethered him
At the Mayweather fight, I got my gun tuck
Boss, second row and I'm smilin' just like I'm Young Buck
Young king, drug ring, Bun B, Pimp C
Rep mine as I ride on my enemies
(Hook)
I need a ten piece of lemon pepper
Don't hit my phone unless it's in a battle
I told a bitch, let her hold the wrench
All these hundreds bustin' up my bench
Ya want this whole chick, meet me at the Wing Stop
Ya want this half a bird, meet me at the Wing Stop
Ya need this nine pack, meet me at the Wing Stop
A four winged baby, meet me at the Wing Stop
(Verse 2)
Look, niggas talk but they don't live it right
Yeah, I'm talkin' what I'm livin', right
I'm gettin' chubby so I'm livin' right
Play Shakur, give it to ya tonight
A couple dollars for the drop off
Come up short'll get ya knocked off
These niggas 'round here wearin' knock offs
I told a nigga he betta knock it off
A ten piece of the lemon pepper
That's a code, he want ten of 'em betta
Shit, I can get ya ten whateva
Matter of fact, I can get ya 10 foreva
(Hook)
Look, I need a ten piece of lemon pepper
Don't hit my phone unless it's in a battle
I told a bitch, let her hold the wrench
All these hundreds bustin' up my bench
Ya want this whole chick, meet me at the Wing Stop
Ya want this half a bird, meet me at the Wing Stop
Ya need this 9 pack, meet me at the Wing Stop
A four winged baby, meet me at the Wing Stop
(Verse 3)
Let's trap at Wing Stop, I'm in the kitchen with the chicken
Guaranteed to numb his face if he finger lick it
I had to raise the price, cause it was slim pickings
Copped a foreign now it's time to do some rim pickin'
Pulled a Miami out, we use Louisiana here
Go over the work, Louisiana run
Caught a million dollars, ya can get a ten piece
Yo bitch treat my dick like a ten speed
I bring in so much snow it's like a land slide
City to city, boy, I'm tryin' to franchise
21 minutes, I can get yo chicken right
He out of state, ordered yesterday
He'll get his shit tonight
(Hook)
