Rick Ross - Quintessential Lyrics
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Quintessential
Quintessential Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Quintessential By Rick Ross?
My paint wet, my bitch bad
Straight mastermind, yo' rich ass My cup full, full of that pink shit So shut your fuckin' mouth, f*ck all that weak shit This double-M G shit, double-M G shit She f*ck my whole squad, she double-M G bitch Just got that G-Wagon, I'm just so innovative We came for the money bags, so f*ck your invitations This calls for a celebration, Bel-Air celebration 60 hoes in the basement, nigga covered all the bases Jabbar gave me a quarter, I sold it on the 1st I took it to my mama, "here go get what you deserve" Mark ties, Genovese money trains Centerpiece, we started at the bottom, until I got a bird I pull that pussy card, that was all ya heard Haan, haan, haan My whole life been based on that pimp shit No movie, just money, real pimp shit More cities, more bitches, real slick shit My Maybach it matches my outfit That pimp shit Keeping my tool, this shit so cool Rule number one, ain't no rule Swallow my lines, follow my grind Rich white bitch with a bottle of wine Word to the wise, word to mine Bird a fly, certified, murder eye, dirty die Never had black but she heard of my D O Dub, I done it all, 20 years I bang a ball 91 I had a Lexus nigga Ate seafood for breakfast nigga Caught a few cases in Texas nigga Do kushups 'til my chest get bigger I press a nigga 'til I get it all Real shit bitch I really do ball I am the west to y'all Taught y'all how to invest in ball Best of all, took it on a chest for y'all That's why I get more than the rest of y'all It's bad enough I entertain Add it up, gangbang Gat 'em up, slang cane Bag it up, same thang My whole life been based on that pimp shit No movie, just money, real pimp shit More cities, more bitches, real slick shit My Maybach it matches my outfit That pimp shit Titty one, titty two See these are essentials, essentially speaking quintessential I bang it all, I dust it all, I smoke with all my dawgs I bang it all, I dust it all, I smoke with all my dawgs My paint wet, my feet chrome F*ck boys hate, but they sing along The real niggas admire Success makes you inspire Nigga came from the jets, I just hired a pilot Bitches feeding me fruit |
Who Wrote Quintessential By Rick Ross?
Aldrin Davis, Calvin Broadus, Calvin Cordozar Broadus Jr., W. Roberts
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