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Levi Jeans

de Rick Ross

Watch the real niggas celebrate
All the real niggas selling weight
Watch the real niggas celebrate

I swear to god, that's on my kids
Every day that i'm alive, i gotta live
For every gangster ever died or did a bid
Where i'm from, when niggas ride, they kill it quick
Flipping bricks, counting money -- so repetitious
Highly decorated gangster, so keep a distance
Swear to god, that's on my kids, better mind your business
Five grand'll get you killed, what's a life sentence?
Life sentence, huh!

I'm paranoid cause i'm in the porsche
In the projects, sitting on a brick of boy
I swear to god, this dick could change your life
So grab your bags, it's time to catch a flight
I levitate on all these pussy niggas
I never hate on all these pussy niggas
My tax bracket on some other shit
I could put you on that mothership

Start winning, niggas wanna whisper in the dark
Spray the driver's side window when the lincoln park
I think these niggas out here reading lips
Salty, we the only niggas eating chips
Gotta separate from all these pussy niggas
You could never hesitate and you's a pussy, nigga
We started off dead broke
Now i got forty million in a fucking yoke
I got four million in my boat
All jokes aside, a few million in my ho
Double m, know the g's, nigga
On colombia, sipping mojitos with leaves, nigga

Rose-gold jesus, rose-gold watch
All-black ghost, all-black glock
Three new flows, that's off top
All white squares, the city on lock
I swear to god, i need a hundred m's
Til the day i die, i plan to represent
Hold your heads high, we had a nice run
Let the bankers know we have just begun
I broke the mold; my total assets
Will get you assholes left in the past tense
I broke the mold in every aspect
I'll get you assholes left in the past tense

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