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Prove Me Wrong

Rick Ross

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[Hook: Rick Ross] I'm cool with my women who be puffin' the dro I got love for my bitches who be workin' the pole Roll your eyes, make sure you're touchin' your toes If you a gettin' money nigga keep cakin' them hoes I'm aiight with them ladies who are faithful at home We aiight when I like how you're makin' me moan You a flawed trick if I'm not takin' you home Cause I'm a ghetto millionaire 'til you prove me wrong [Verse 1: Rick Ross] If you visit Miami, I'm the nigga to see Park the truck, I see the animals, feelin' the Ds Shoot 'em all, top down, so feelin' the breeze Who to stop, pop rounds, stop bendin' on your knees Come get knocked down, then chill on the beach She was like, "Not now", what we did on the seats Lit from the twat 'round, legs shut for a week [Hook: Rick Ross] [Verse 2: Rick Ross] My [?] the spot, [?] Champagne bottles, pop and squeeze, lots of weed [?] really off glass Spend a weekend with Trina for small cash, I'm all that Try to be funny, but got a little money I used to dig her so she got a little from me We used to club hop with dimes who suck cock Then we back to the DoubleTree, let the women double me [Hook] + [Verse 1] + [Hook] [Hook (alternate): Devin The Dude] I'm cool with my women who be puffin' the dro I got love for my bitches who be workin' the poles Roll your eyes, make sure that you're touchin' your toes Gettin' money nigga keep cakin' them hoes Get up in that pussy then you leave them hoes alone A bitch is a bitch and a dog need a bone I'm aiight with the ladies who's faithful at home Cause you leave soon as you finish makin' me moan [Verse 3: Devin The Dude] All these [?], which one should I pick? Hopefully the one who want some dick Cause a lot of bitches got plots and schemes If I wasn't on the scene they wouldn't fuck with me First time they give you some pussy they go all out Move in with you and all that shit stops Stop fuckin', stop suckin', puttin' in, no nuttin' Kitchen ain't clean, ain't shit up in the oven They change soon as you give her some dick, see They tried to trick him and trick you, trick me So you gotta be picky Cause flickin' your dick up in these bitches will leave it more than just sticky Blame it on society Cause I like to see a wide variety Tell me the truth, come on bitch, don't lie to me What's on your mind? (I want you inside of me) [Hook] + [Hook (alternate)]
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