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Rick Ross Lyrics Amsterdam Lyrics

[?] Céline on my arm
We get Ghosts you already know what it is
Money stuffed in my bag
Maybach shit!

[Verse 1]
Bright lights and dark corners its night embark on us
Refugees running wild Wyclef with a Sig Sauer
Nothing to lose I was starving from the start
Now the same cat drive in Jaguars
Open fire when you see me yell out and make em whisper
The club that Im a member theyll be gone by November
Keys to the city got killers who slither with me
Lamborghini middle of the ghetto smoke a fat fifty
Billionaire bid wrists on chill
Standing in the field of dreams tryna see a hundred mil
These boys going blind they just happy being free
In a world of so many I just wanted me a key
Sheesh! I just wanted me a piece
Slice of cheesecake before my niggas all deceased
These boys snort lines Im fine just sipping wine
Amsterdam in the air tomorrow on my mind

Im Barry Gordy to the streets
With a kilo set that boy up in the piece [?]
I wanna be there when each one of my kids born
Raw blood hundred acres each to live on
Real nigga to the day that Im deceased
Even then I pray Im living through the beats
Dope boy you can tell by my sneaks
Burning Amsterdam green where it falls like a leaf

[Verse 2]
Born in the bricks with the short end of the stick
Always running late quick to show up with your bitch
The Hublots cool but my Terminators foolish
All stainless steel quick to match it with my tool and
Red carpet event the marijuana be lit
Red or blue do you as long as youre getting rich
Crack game champagne kilos on the stock exchange
Rolls Royce new Ghost thats a nigga pocket change
These niggas acting like they want a war!
When it come to whacking niggas I done won awards
Nigga you a bitch where yo Honda Accord?
Im riding in some shit only I can afford
Shouldnt claim the hood til you build a report
Amsterdam state of mind: I just gave you a tour
Im laughing at the people who label me poor
Now I piss on Europeans youd think it was porn


Im speaking on unwritten laws - the code of the streets
Im not the type of nigga that you bump into at a 7-11 and just pull your pistol on him
And do what the f*ck you want to do
Niggas like me you gotta get permission homie!
And that could take a long time!
In that time Ima handle my muthaf*ckin business...
Ruugh! Ruugh!

Its the Red Light district nigga this Amsterdam
Wherever the f*ck Im at
Its a no go
We green-light you bitch niggas

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