Rick Ross – 911 lyrics

God forgives... I don't
In other words, retaliation is a must!

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I bow my head, I pray to God
Survival of the fittest: help me hold my chopper lord!
If I die today, on the highway to heaven
Can I let the top down in my 911?

Financial fanatic, 400 bricks in my attic
400K in my baggage, ? Automatic
You can't stop a bullet, this one for the money
Secret indictments, sport cars with 200
Fuck all these broke niggas
Cause all I do is ball

Went and bought a big and tall
Niggas still scheming, we sliding on the mall!
I remember picking watermelons
Now the Porsche cost me a quarter million!
If I die tonight I know I'm coming back nigga
Reincarnated: big black fat nigga!

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Financial fanatic, 400 bricks in my attic
400K in my baggage, ? Automatic
You can't stop a bullet, this one for the money
Secret indictments, sport cars with 200
Fuck your investigation, started my elevation
Cherry red 911 straight to my destination

Mayweather got a fight
Make me some reservations

Now it's stocks and bonds

They know a nigga's name, they know a nigga's strong
Fuck wit me!

Fuck your insinuation
?
Got me some scheming bitches
Hustle, that's?
Hating, that switch the topic
Jump in my 911
2 bricks in my compartment!
She let me smell her pussy!
I know you smelling money!
She smell the gunpowder
911: 100 miles and running

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