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RICK ROSS lyrics : "Walkinâ?? On Air"

Ft. Meek Mill

I pray we all live forever

I pray Iâ??m a servant to all prophets
[?], rich forever
Money on my head, #~!!@ boy, that ainâ??t enough

Bullet to your trap strapped in my armored truck
Your mami house next, tell that (*##$ to duck
Ainâ??t no sympathying in the city streets

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

Bought a (*##$ a hundred acres, all red roses
Half you ^!$$%sâ?? Judas, Iâ??m the son of Moses
Illuminated, resurrected at [?]

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

My salvation is the cash flow, wow, oh
Iâ??m walking on air
Iâ??m talking big, (*##$, Iâ??m talking big

Iâ??m talking big, (*##$, Iâ??m talking big
We do it big, (*##$, we do it big
Iâ??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 Iâ??m Supreme Lord
The Book of Leviticus is the spring boy

Jesus Christ, look at this ^!$$%â??s ice
Better yet, look at this ^!$$%â??s life
Iâ??m walking on air

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, â?who is this?â?, think itâ??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 Iâ??m 30,000 feet up with my feet up, rolling weed up
#~!!@ ^!$$%s couldnâ??t blow us, couldnâ??t beat us
Throwing curveballs in the field to get your ear like Derek Jeter

Double M, thatâ??s the team, I love to G us, yeah
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait a minute, wait a minute

Wait a minute, wait a minute
Iâ??m talking big, (*##$, Iâ??m talking big
Iâ??m talking big, (*##$, Iâ??m talking big

We do it big, (*##$, we do it big
$#&@ 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
[?], Exodus
Corinthian, Leviticus

Iâ??m on that bus, I study well
Getting money, (*##$es know me well

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