Rick Ross
Poof! There go the car, Poof! There go the crib
Poof! A hundred mill, woop, david copperfield
David copperfield, david copperfield
Poof! There go the car, Poof! There go the crib
Poof! A hundred mill Woop, david copperfield
David copperfield, david copperfield
Meek Mill
Could you knock that hoe?
Could you blame that bitch?
Cause you wanna roll, With a real nigga like me
Then go and suck that dick, Like hoe to a fiend
Fuck throat when i lean take long on a purp
Mad hoe on the beam still money over these hoes
Got ysl on my clothes and blood drip on my sneakers
Nigga you hating on me she chose
And i ain’t fuck your girl she role
My stick shift she drove did everything
That she ‘pose I pull my camera out and she posed
And i was like god damn drop that, pop that
Got the top back, on a drop back I’m back
In a glock, where the crotch at I’m strapped where the rocks at?
Where the watch at? Stop that! You got that, got that?
Got racks, Y’all niggas ain’t about that aqbout that life
Rick Ross and Meek Mill
Poof, niggas fuck your life Fuck y’all niggas and fuck your wife
Got 2 bad bitches with a nigga and they aint know
They gonna fuck all night, And i rock hard white
Niggas wrist game pride, I pull up on the horse
And i’m sitting on fours, In a big boy drive, Call big boy shot
All clear stones in my big boy watch, all year long got the strip on lock
Everytime we in this bitch man, She ain’t gonna pop
My hip on glock, Your hip on nothing, my niggas got racks
Your niggas be frontin’ red cartier, red bone bitch
Red bottoms on her hair long as shit, hold up
Yellow gold rub, yellow bone hoe and yellow bottoms
Its paid nigga hoe, i’m made niggas
Black Magic Song Lyrics, Meek Mill Album Lyrics, Meek Mill Black Magic Lyrics,
Poof! There go the car, Poof! There go the crib
Poof! A hundred mill, woop, david copperfield
David copperfield, david copperfield
Poof! There go the car, Poof! There go the crib
Poof! A hundred mill Woop, david copperfield
David copperfield, david copperfield
Meek Mill
Could you knock that hoe?
Could you blame that bitch?
Cause you wanna roll, With a real nigga like me
Then go and suck that dick, Like hoe to a fiend
Fuck throat when i lean take long on a purp
Mad hoe on the beam still money over these hoes
Got ysl on my clothes and blood drip on my sneakers
Nigga you hating on me she chose
And i ain’t fuck your girl she role
My stick shift she drove did everything
That she ‘pose I pull my camera out and she posed
And i was like god damn drop that, pop that
Got the top back, on a drop back I’m back
In a glock, where the crotch at I’m strapped where the rocks at?
Where the watch at? Stop that! You got that, got that?
Got racks, Y’all niggas ain’t about that aqbout that life
Rick Ross and Meek Mill
Poof, niggas fuck your life Fuck y’all niggas and fuck your wife
Got 2 bad bitches with a nigga and they aint know
They gonna fuck all night, And i rock hard white
Niggas wrist game pride, I pull up on the horse
And i’m sitting on fours, In a big boy drive, Call big boy shot
All clear stones in my big boy watch, all year long got the strip on lock
Everytime we in this bitch man, She ain’t gonna pop
My hip on glock, Your hip on nothing, my niggas got racks
Your niggas be frontin’ red cartier, red bone bitch
Red bottoms on her hair long as shit, hold up
Yellow gold rub, yellow bone hoe and yellow bottoms
Its paid nigga hoe, i’m made niggas
Black Magic Song Lyrics, Meek Mill Album Lyrics, Meek Mill Black Magic Lyrics,
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