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Elvis Presley BLVD

Rick Ross

Hood Billionaire

15.09.2014

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Tekst piosenki
[Intro: Rick Ross] Hood Billionaire Nigga need that quinine I'm making more with the baking soda, don't hate on me You know where I'm at though [Hook 1: Rick Ross] I'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVD I'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVD Got the dog food, the soft nigga and the hard You can tell them crackers they can go and get the dogs [Hook 2: Rick Ross] I'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVD Riding down Elvis Presley BLVD Got the boy, got the girl and I got the heart Tell them pussy crackers they can bring the dogs [Verse 1: Rick Ross] I got Priscilla, I got Priscilla I got vanilla, boy, I got vanilla I been that nigga, I been that nigga I bend that corner, I'm stacking scrilla [Hook 1] [Verse 2: Rick Ross] My face familiar, my face familiar Half a milli for the whip, this bitch'll hurt your feelings I could fly Priscilla, send her in the mail She got Meek Milly cellphone in the county jail I'm at the car wash off on Elvis Presley BLVD That needle hit your vein, your ass gon' holla ''good God'' You feel that itch, you feel that itch That heroin moving fast, boy, I'm getting rich [Hook 1] [Verse 3: Rick Ross] Run up in the trap, I push the panic button Lil' 'Toine snorting coke, he ain't scared of nothing Bumping Playa Fly until a player die Charged 'em for the nine gram, but I gave em five My baking soda fine, I'm baking over dimes I got them brown bags, I bet they know it's mine I'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVD Can I park an airplane in a nigga yard? [Hook 2] [Verse 4: Project Pat] Crushing them sleepin' pills up, I'm steppin' on the dope Bringing down a half a thing, mane, get these puppies off Hard work pays off, get more if you selling soft Catch you slippin out here though, my dog, we knock yo melon off Memph-ghanistan, shoot them rifles long like African Got them young boys shooting shit up like Africans Me gold in me mouth, 'round my neck like leprechaun Lamborghini or Ferrari, watch these bitches come Stacking funds off the drugs, me go quick to rob the plugs Nigga mouth was full of slugs, left these bodies full of slugs Met me on the south side of the city with the whole thing Iced 'em with the heater, took his shit, it's a cold game His niggas know I done it, now it's rumors they want my head Got my Russian bitch sleeping with me right in the bed My niggas killing about this shit, for realling about this shit Fuck around and get a hundred years, dawg, about this shit [Hook 1] + [Hook 2]
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