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lirik lagu fuck em – rick ross

f*ck em
(feat. 2 chainz and wale)

[verse 1: rick ross]
c-note after c-note, put the remix on my kilo
thought i wouldn’t make it, now i’m winning – timothy tebow
fourth quarter, i’m back; fourth quarter, in fact
fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black
i said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that
corvette so clean you’ll think bruce springsteen rid that
cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair
dubai, i been there – but f*ck that, we in here
roll up and inhale, i live next to denzel
alonzo, my condo cost three mil’, this sh*t real
iphone and ipad, air max, and my gat
left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks
all i need is bad hoes, all these n*gg*s gon’ rat
half these n*gg*s working now, they knocked it down, they’re going back
all i need is benzos, squatting on lorenzos
stack my money tenfold, make this my new ten-four

[hook: rick ross]
f*ck em, f*ck em, i’m screaming f*ck em
f*ck em, f*ck em, i’m screaming f*ck em
f*ck all you haters
watch me f*ck all these b*tches
i got eight different rollies
and they all mint condition

i’m screaming f*ck em, f*ck em, i’m screaming f*ck em
f*ck em, f*ck em, i’m screaming f*ck em
i got five different benzes
this is my deposition
i’m screaming, “f*ck every witness”
cause b*tch, i’m big business
i’m screaming f*ck em

[verse 2: 2 chainz]
‘migo hit my boost, ‘migo hit my boost
what you know about walking in the gucci store and they salute?
chain cost a coupe, coupe cost a crib
riding with the chopper, like it’s my friend
this for real n*gg*s only, i still bet with kobe
got a sign in my garage that say, “foreign only”
forces pouring, on mixtapes i’m touring
see my sh*t that fire sh*t, and yo’ sh*t boring
i’m chain smoking loud like it’s a newport
dad wasn’t around – my father figure was too short
new porsche deuced up, two cups got juice in it
two forks, two pots, i could whip it both-handed
my girl is bow-legged, just do it like bo jackson
every beat i’m toe-tagging, charm big as a volkswagon
money got me sagging, it really doesn’t matter
i run circles round these n*gg*s’ world like saturn


[verse 3: wale]
black foamposites, it’s like we on that mobbing sh*t
riding five deep and i’m as dirty as them congressmen
sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new sh*t
ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit
yeah, work, f*ck you n*gg*s, pay me though
smoke that mark mcgwire strong, oakland ain’t no basic smoke
shout-out to your lady, a.k.a. mmg favorite ho
tell that *ss the way to go before i show her where to go
no canseco, and i’m switching lanes at one six oh
a n*gg* trees fine – a police siren!
woop woop – nah, that’s just diplo
and you cute, shorty; let’s get low
on the low, i’m a talk that jazz
jungle fever for the night
h*rny or white, that’s anglo-sax


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