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RICK ROSS lyrics : "Walkin On Air"

(feat. Meek Mill)

[Intro: Rick Ross]

I pray we all live forever
I pray I'm a servant to all prophets
[?], rich forever


[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Money on my head, #~!!@ boy, that ain't enough

Bullet to your trap strapped in my armored truck
Your mami house next, tell that (*##$ to duck
Ain't no sympathying in the city streets

That's all I ever heard from my older G's
She say she love me, but I know she play for keeps
Slip a black snake in a ^!$$%'s sheets

Bought a (*##$ a hundred acres, all red roses
Half you ^!$$%s' Judas, I'm the son of Moses
Illuminated, resurrected as Selassie

Bob Marley through the trumpets on the day I die
Rolls Royce's on dirt roads, we dopeboys
Baptized by the dopeboys, ordained by the $$#holes

My salvation is the cash flow, wow, oh

[Hook]

I'm walking on air

[Bridge]

I'm talking big, (*##$, I'm talking big
I'm talking big, (*##$, I'm talking big
We do it big, (*##$, we do it big


[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I'm into fashion, ^!$$%, trying to bap this

My loyalty respected all across the atlas
I can have you and your team finalized
All your kids scream in your mouth, cyanide

Holy Ghost, the divine spirit
My heart pure, he a real ^!$$%
She let me $#&@ early so she trustworthy

Her #~!!@ sacred so she getting all the purses
In his name I'm Supreme Lord
The Book of Leviticus is the spring boy

Jesus Christ, look at this ^!$$%'s ice
Better yet, look at this ^!$$%'s life


[Hook]

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]

You already know, I give and go and I get that dough
^!$$% with that O, I move that %#@! like tic tac toe
And these be ^!$$%s hating like ''Meek Mill, how you get that hope?''

Cause I get that dough, and I switch that flow, just check my style
Look at that gold on my wrist on some %#@!
Make a call, ''who is this?'', think it's Benjie on the line

And he called, tried to flip, what I do?
Make a call, call Papi, four brick in
Papi call José cause José got fifth

Now I'm 30,000 feet up with my feet up, rolling weed up
#~!!@ ^!$$%s couldn't blow us, couldn't beat us
Throwing curveballs in the field to get your ear like Derek Jeter

Double M, that's the team, I love to G us, yeah

[Bridge: Rick Ross]

Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait a minute, wait a minute

I'm talking big, (*##$, I'm talking big
I'm talking big, (*##$, I'm talking big
We do it big, (*##$, we do it big


[Verse 4: Rick Ross]
$#&@ a tutor, better get a shooter

Teach your $$# a lesson when they running to ya
Fiends lining up like we having communions
This my daily bread and you ^!$$%s consumers

All I ever wanted was to make the scrilla
Have a recording session with J.Dilla
Selassie, Exodus
Corinthian, Leviticus
I'm on that bus, I study well

Getting money, (*##$es know me well

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