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RICK ROSS lyrics : "High Definition"

[Verse 1]
I can talk about the bodies, I could tell you 'bout the killin'
Duct taping ^!$$%s in the name of drug dealin'

Big body Benzes while the b!tch ^!$$%s starve
Turtleneck Mercedes blowin' smoke up out the top
Time to talk about the money, I can tell you 'bout a profit

Ocean front spot moving ^!$$%s out the projects
Diamonds on my neck call it the ghetto's guillotine
F-ckin' with them jewelers ^!$$% lit up like a screen, HD

Look at me ballin' I'm talkin' high definition
F-ckin' up six digits, boy that's just my definition
^!$$%s gotta get murked but I'm just minding my business

Bought three Range Rovers dolo, so f-ck Expedition
On the road to the riches until I'm paid in full
And the Lord is my witness, I got AK to pull

These ^!$$%s full of %#@!, my ^!$$%s moving bricks
I could front you fifty, but you gotta move 'em quick, my moolah thick


[Hook]
Went and got me a choppa to put it right in ya face
Better blow out your brains before you give me a case

Got the forty by my d!ck I keep on pissin' on the hammer
When they talkin' slick I double back with that banana
High definition I'm stacking money to the ceilin'

F-ck my whole feelings
Look here, it's time to make a killin'
Got a hundred silent ^!$$%s and they feigning for a million

High definition b!tches, my life a motion picture

[Verse 2]

I could talk about the b!tches, I could tell you 'bout the bricks
Pull up in the Bentley I could pop up in the six
Helicopter rides I can sit it on the club

Sound of the propeller had my young b!tch busting nuts
^!$$%s wanna crack jokes just to get close to me
Hope you know that I'm strapped like I supposed to be

Put a number on your helmet like it's Notre Dame
5 grand'll get you whacked, won't even know your name
Road to the riches until I'm paid in full

And the Lord is my witness we making major moves
God forgives and I don't, I got it tatted in my skin
I'm going straight to hell that's if ballin' is a sin

Crucifix on my neck I pray it never melt
Pacquiao purse, boy I took another belt
Take a seat, I'm undefeated in this art of war

Rest in peace to the p-ssies, it's time to Scar some more

[Hook]

Went and got me a choppa to put it right in ya face
Better blow out your brains before you give me a case
Got the forty by my d!ck I keep on pissin' on the hammer

When they talkin' slick I double back with that banana
High definition I'm stacking money to the ceilin'
F-ck my whole feelings

Look here, it's time to make a killin'
Got a hundred silent ^!$$%s and they feigning for a million
High definition b!tches, my life a motion picture




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