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- Rick Ross Pots and Pans 歌詞
- Rick Ross
- All I need is bakin soda
Some pots and pans
Little ice up what i can
Chick at home sayin
I'm no good
F**k that I'm gettin out the hood
All I need is bakin soda
Some pots and pans
Little ice up what i can
Chick at home sayin
I'm no good
F**k that I'm gettin out the hood
What started as a nickel rock
Took 22 months now
I'm tryna get a block
F**k football
I'm goin down another path
Couldn't past the test
To tell the truht
I couldn't f**k with math
I did get a shcolarship
But I blew that
Got high got a ticket
And I flew back
To the hell zone most straps
Stand 20 shell toes
Get life on yo cell phone
Quarter key box of soda
Ross whip that
Career criminal fa' sho'
Ross with that
Had to pull my pants up
Boy get them brands up
Daddy got some cancer
I never had the chance to
Tell him all my plans
To let em' f**k a danca
Smokin weed and Amsterm Dam
With his grandson
Why he passed on me
My last homie
I went and bought a bird
F**k I want some cash homie
All I need is bakin soda
Some pots and pans
Little ice up what i can
Chick at home sayin
I'm no good
F**k that I'm gettin out the hood
All I need is bakin soda
Some pots and pans
Little ice up what i can
Chick at home sayin
I'm no good
F**k that I'm gettin out the hood
I never wrote a nigga coat tail
Made her took a dope sell
F **k it nigga oh wells
Smokin on that classified
Rollin in that lac' ofmine
Know my mind stay numb
To the world half the time
Thinkin bout land rover
Damn near was f**ked up
Found him in the trunk
With another dude f**ked up
The world f**ked up
That's why I'm f**ked up
Don't get f**ked up
F**k with me ya f**ked up
Bitch I'ma ride bitch I'ma die
When I holla 305 bitch
That's on my life
Got a 40 in the car
A choppa in the crib
The grenades down the street
You gotta get it how you live
I know niggas turn 1 into 2
And they do what they do
And boy them thangs move
Fishscale get the big mail
In the room full of work
In case they came when they inhale
All I need is bakin soda
Some pots and pans
Little ice up what i can
Chick at home sayin
I'm no good
F**k that I'm gettin out the hood
All I need is bakin soda
Some pots and pans
Little ice up what i can
Chick at home sayin
I'm no good
F**k that I 'm gettin out the hood
It's time for me to cash in laughin
Like Martin in an Aston Martin
When I park it I can see ya
Bitch heartbeat
So roll out the red carpet
Roll up the purple shit
Black navigator flew
Gotta shut ya f**kin mouth
Don't ever take the smooth
Thinkin of a greater way
To build a greater flow
I hope she got some great head
That's how I grade a hoe
White beamer in the hood
Shining like a star
Look this half a key go to the club
And I'ma buy the bar
Do it twice a week f**kin bitches
On the other nights
Promise E class
We'll nevermiss another fight
Hundred in the bag 5 birds
I'ma grab
Turn em' into 8 keep me
A clean half
Bakin soda in the work
Works wonderful
Ya see ya dream come true
Cuz I'm the truth
All I need is bakin soda
Some pots and pans
Little ice up what i can
Chick at home sayin
I'm no good
F**k that I'm gettin out the hood
All I need is bakin soda
Some pots and pans
Little ice up what i can
Chick at home sayin
I'm no good
F**k that I'm gettin out the hood
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