Rick Ross Murda Mami Lyrics
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Lyrics to ’Murda Mami’ by Rick Ross. Pussies don’t get pussy Brooklyn (uh-huh) Kinda short, dark-skinned, she a fly lil’ bitch Be up in all them clubs spillin Dom P and shit. Rick Ross: Mind on the money but this. so fine Took my eyes off the money watch this. the hole time Trina: Mind on the money but this.’s so fly Time to jump up on that benz n ride the thing the hole time Rick Ross: I’m getting face (I’m getting face) I’m getting face (I’m getting face) Doin 20mph cause I’m getting face. Lyrics of MURDA MAMI by Rick Ross feat. Foxy Brown: Yeah! Pussies don’t get pussy, Brooklyn (uh-huh), Kinda short dark-skinned she a fly lil’ bitch, Be up.LETRA’Lay back’
Time is money (mula) Mind is funny (yes)
Trust me she lying if she denying she love me
Make up ya mind you been on and off (Ross)
Platinum petron come take shots with a boss
If you came to get the party started
girl just say lalalalalaaa
I want to put my hands all over your body
girl come this way Nananananaaa
What you gon’ do oo-oo, if I touch you
if I put my lips on you oo-oo
If we took you back to the crib just me and you oo-oo
All night I want to play just say lalalalalaaa
Just take off your clothes and just lay back
All you gotta do is just lay back
Would you do this for me baby Just lay
back, lay back (Boss) lalalalalaaa
Girl I’m bright as a bezel, and you sexy as ever
Shorty what’s on your brain, cause whatever is clever
Number one at whatever, I get bundles of cheddar
This that black cloud you deserve wonderful weather
run a few errands (Ross), summers in Paris
never shopping in clearance, don’t make me embarrased
She never a bird, but baby my parrot
Her flavor superb, I pay her with carrots
My house is her home, I made her a palette
Maybe being too modest, my shit more like a palace
Follow the waterfalls, as it makes you wetter
Shawty brace yourself, it’s only getting better
If you came to get the party started
girl just say lalalalalaaa
I want to put my hands all over your body
girl come this way Nananananaaa
What you gon’ do oo-oo, if I touch you
if I put my lips on you oo-oo
If we took you back to the crib just me and you oo-oo
All night I want to play just say lalalalalaaa
Just take off your clothes and just lay back
All you gotta do is just lay back
Would you do this for me baby Just lay
back, lay back lalalalalaaa
See shawty laid back, so we laid up
When I fade to black, we always made up
This shit ain’t made up, look what I’m made of
Look what I made brah, don’t owe no favors
Have 700s, first one to get it
My car’s a virgin, first one to hit it
Hit the rim shop, get ’em to the hood
Stop by her momma house, that’s if I’m feeling good
Now I need a fifth, time to hit the strip
I’ma hit the club, I’ma buy the VIP
We spending money, I’m talking slick
I hope she ride me, I’m talking stick
If you came to get the party started
girl just say lalalalalaaa
I want to put my hands all over your body
girl come this way Nananananaaa
What you gon’ do oo-oo, if I touch you
if I put my lips on you oo-oo
If we took you back to the crib just me and you oo-oo
All night I want to play just say lalalalalaaa
Just take off your clothes and just lay back
All you gotta do is just lay back
Would you do this for me baby Just lay
back, lay back lalalalalaaaRick Ross Murda Mami Lyrics Meaning
I’m too tipsy to drive, she so sexy tonight
Man ain’t treating you right his bank
account can’t be in sight
Shawty you need a plus, you need a rush
No need to lie, baby you need to f***
Came to get it started girl
Put my hands all over you girl
I touch you put my lips on you girl
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Yeah! Pussies don’t get pussy
Brooklyn (uh-huh)
Kinda short, dark-skinned, she a fly lil’ bitch
Be up in all them clubs spillin Dom P and shit
Know the boy stunt, Jonathan Kelsey clutch
Yves Saint Laurent fronts on her bags to the pumps
D’s love her aura, Balenciago fedora
Lame niggaz bore her, struttin like she Kimora
She’ll take a kilo and stuff it up in the coochie
Quicker than Ron, stash it between her coochie (ha ha)
Breeze through the hood, niggaz treat her like a O.G.
First bitch in the hood, with the Bentley Coupe GT (yes)
Brooklyn is the team, Alexander McQueen
Bustin down a bird and balance it with a beam
Five five, slanted eyes, bitch walk is mean
Mahushi Ron bracelets and Armani jeans
They’re called skinny, my bitch is like a rasta with it
Black car, red bottoms, only mobster in itRelatedRick Ross Murda Mami Lyrics Translation
It’s like damn, bitch, niggaz lovin me now
Oh-nine Bonnie & Clyde doin it now - whoa
Murder murder, these bitches ain’t never heard of
Gettin money, gettin hurt up, impatient to leak them burners
Aiyyo Ross, send them bitches to the boss
The blood claat flyest bad bitch in New York
Y’all hoes better bow the fuck down and pay homage
I’m ten million sold and that’s SoundScan knowledge
And all y’all rat bitches sound garbage
While me and Ross like the hood version of bombings
Bars give me style like when you steppin in my
The 38 special in my Chanel sock
Now I got the llama and Ermet’s dark
Word to sly swifter fox who above me?
Say hello in pumps, Nickelus Curt with that bomb
So ladies raise your glass to this man songCheck OutRick Ross Songs
Money ain’t a thing, just look at my pinkie rings
So many numbers in the bank, shit could never be the same
Tall four Velours, withdrawals by Michael Kors
And I watch a pretty penny I’m talkin hundred or more
My critique for ’leet, not for the cheap
And my money in the street way longer than my receipt
Dealin with the money, no (Monie) all (In The Middle)
I’m dealin with opponents, they gettin riddled
Box niggaz up, on the ropes
Louis sneakers, Louis luggage, the colognes and soaks
Smellin like money, my body tatted with hundreds
Oh-nine Bonnie Clyde, gotta live with it like uh
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LAY BACK es una canción de Rick Ross que se estrenó el , este tema está incluido dentro del disco Deeper Than Rap.
Lyrics to ’Murda Mami’ by Rick Ross. Pussies don’t get pussy Brooklyn (uh-huh) Kinda short, dark-skinned, she a fly lil’ bitch Be up in all them clubs spillin Dom P and shit. Rick Ross: Mind on the money but this. so fine Took my eyes off the money watch this. the hole time Trina: Mind on the money but this.’s so fly Time to jump up on that benz n ride the thing the hole time Rick Ross: I’m getting face (I’m getting face) I’m getting face (I’m getting face) Doin 20mph cause I’m getting face. Lyrics of MURDA MAMI by Rick Ross feat. Foxy Brown: Yeah! Pussies don’t get pussy, Brooklyn (uh-huh), Kinda short dark-skinned she a fly lil’ bitch, Be up.LETRA’Lay back’
Time is money (mula) Mind is funny (yes)
Trust me she lying if she denying she love me
Make up ya mind you been on and off (Ross)
Platinum petron come take shots with a boss
If you came to get the party started
girl just say lalalalalaaa
I want to put my hands all over your body
girl come this way Nananananaaa
What you gon’ do oo-oo, if I touch you
if I put my lips on you oo-oo
If we took you back to the crib just me and you oo-oo
All night I want to play just say lalalalalaaa
Just take off your clothes and just lay back
All you gotta do is just lay back
Would you do this for me baby Just lay
back, lay back (Boss) lalalalalaaa
Girl I’m bright as a bezel, and you sexy as ever
Shorty what’s on your brain, cause whatever is clever
Number one at whatever, I get bundles of cheddar
This that black cloud you deserve wonderful weather
run a few errands (Ross), summers in Paris
never shopping in clearance, don’t make me embarrased
She never a bird, but baby my parrot
Her flavor superb, I pay her with carrots
My house is her home, I made her a palette
Maybe being too modest, my shit more like a palace
Follow the waterfalls, as it makes you wetter
Shawty brace yourself, it’s only getting better
If you came to get the party started
girl just say lalalalalaaa
I want to put my hands all over your body
girl come this way Nananananaaa
What you gon’ do oo-oo, if I touch you
if I put my lips on you oo-oo
If we took you back to the crib just me and you oo-oo
All night I want to play just say lalalalalaaa
Just take off your clothes and just lay back
All you gotta do is just lay back
Would you do this for me baby Just lay
back, lay back lalalalalaaa
See shawty laid back, so we laid up
When I fade to black, we always made up
This shit ain’t made up, look what I’m made of
Look what I made brah, don’t owe no favors
Have 700s, first one to get it
My car’s a virgin, first one to hit it
Hit the rim shop, get ’em to the hood
Stop by her momma house, that’s if I’m feeling good
Now I need a fifth, time to hit the strip
I’ma hit the club, I’ma buy the VIP
We spending money, I’m talking slick
I hope she ride me, I’m talking stick
If you came to get the party started
girl just say lalalalalaaa
I want to put my hands all over your body
girl come this way Nananananaaa
What you gon’ do oo-oo, if I touch you
if I put my lips on you oo-oo
If we took you back to the crib just me and you oo-oo
All night I want to play just say lalalalalaaa
Just take off your clothes and just lay back
All you gotta do is just lay back
Would you do this for me baby Just lay
back, lay back lalalalalaaaRick Ross Murda Mami Lyrics Meaning
I’m too tipsy to drive, she so sexy tonight
Man ain’t treating you right his bank
account can’t be in sight
Shawty you need a plus, you need a rush
No need to lie, baby you need to f***
Came to get it started girl
Put my hands all over you girl
I touch you put my lips on you girl
Na na na na naaaUncle Murda Lyricsfuente: musica.comImprimir Letra
Puntuar Lay back
¿Qué te parece esta canción? Muro classic rock.
* Agradecemos a ۺMẳ¥яẳ por haber añadido la letra ’Lay back’ de Rick Ross.Añadir Letra de Rick Ross
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Rick Ross no está entre los 500 artistas más apoyados y visitados de esta semana.
¿Apoyar a Rick Ross?0Ranking SemanalMedallero
Canciones del discoPopular Right NowWriters & Publishers
from the album Deeper Than Rap ·Copyright: Writer(s): Derrick Baker Lyrics Terms of UseLast.fm’s Current Most Loved Pop Tracks
Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language:
Yeah! Pussies don’t get pussy
Brooklyn (uh-huh)
Kinda short, dark-skinned, she a fly lil’ bitch
Be up in all them clubs spillin Dom P and shit
Know the boy stunt, Jonathan Kelsey clutch
Yves Saint Laurent fronts on her bags to the pumps
D’s love her aura, Balenciago fedora
Lame niggaz bore her, struttin like she Kimora
She’ll take a kilo and stuff it up in the coochie
Quicker than Ron, stash it between her coochie (ha ha)
Breeze through the hood, niggaz treat her like a O.G.
First bitch in the hood, with the Bentley Coupe GT (yes)
Brooklyn is the team, Alexander McQueen
Bustin down a bird and balance it with a beam
Five five, slanted eyes, bitch walk is mean
Mahushi Ron bracelets and Armani jeans
They’re called skinny, my bitch is like a rasta with it
Black car, red bottoms, only mobster in itRelatedRick Ross Murda Mami Lyrics Translation
It’s like damn, bitch, niggaz lovin me now
Oh-nine Bonnie & Clyde doin it now - whoa
Murder murder, these bitches ain’t never heard of
Gettin money, gettin hurt up, impatient to leak them burners
Aiyyo Ross, send them bitches to the boss
The blood claat flyest bad bitch in New York
Y’all hoes better bow the fuck down and pay homage
I’m ten million sold and that’s SoundScan knowledge
And all y’all rat bitches sound garbage
While me and Ross like the hood version of bombings
Bars give me style like when you steppin in my
The 38 special in my Chanel sock
Now I got the llama and Ermet’s dark
Word to sly swifter fox who above me?
Say hello in pumps, Nickelus Curt with that bomb
So ladies raise your glass to this man songCheck OutRick Ross Songs
Money ain’t a thing, just look at my pinkie rings
So many numbers in the bank, shit could never be the same
Tall four Velours, withdrawals by Michael Kors
And I watch a pretty penny I’m talkin hundred or more
My critique for ’leet, not for the cheap
And my money in the street way longer than my receipt
Dealin with the money, no (Monie) all (In The Middle)
I’m dealin with opponents, they gettin riddled
Box niggaz up, on the ropes
Louis sneakers, Louis luggage, the colognes and soaks
Smellin like money, my body tatted with hundreds
Oh-nine Bonnie Clyde, gotta live with it like uh
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