Rick Ross - Summer 17 Lyrics
You scared to die nigga?
Open your eyes wide and I pray you are
I'm out on bond so I gotta beat it
All the dope boys say they wanna be me
2017 trust me boy, this one is it
I used to smoke the weed until my fingers burn
Pool of bitches fucking me, I got em' taking turns
My nigga bought the stick but you wanna fade
Made runnin' in the bank a residential thing
All my niggas mad they like fuck the world
Back to standin' on the ave with a couple birds
If you a killer well I'm tryna see
Cause calling the police is the only thing free
I had to park that purple Lamborghini
I'm from the city where they kill for nothin'
And all Renzel do is push a button
I want my niggas rich by summer 17
I want my niggas rich by summer 17
I want my niggas rich by summer 17
I want my niggas rich by summer 17
I pulled my pistol then I said my name
I know you scared but repeat your game
You off to hell when you see them flames
Now pray for me cause I had did some things
I'm keepin' neck bones in my mama pot
Got on my necklaces; I'm sittin' in a drop
I'm livin' reckless and it never stop
That's why I'm beefin' with a nigga live right up the block
A body fall I might get double back
Your money gone that's why I'm runnin' rap
They put my rhymes in the New York Times
I let her snort a line, ridin' when I slide
I tend to smile when the bricks movin'
Might grow the beard big as Rick Rubin
Okay, Coral, nigga get 'em up
All them bitches smile, who want it in the butt
I want my niggas rich by summer 17
I want my niggas rich by summer 17
I want my niggas rich by summer 17
I want my niggas rich by summer 17
I'm out on bond so I gotta beat it
Half a million to my lawyer cause he undefeated
Shots fired; you short of breathing
Barefoot, cause them kids took your Adidas
I'm keepin' fried fish up in my mama pan
How much y'all detectives call yo' boy the son of Sam
Zaca flesh shake up the block, that's with a hundred grand
Put that voodoo on you niggas so that gun'll jam
You know them niggas killers how they name ring
You know them niggas winners how they chain swing
All the bitches sellin' pussy charge the same thing
Richest nigga in the hood, we call him Rain Man
I want my niggas rich by summer 17
I want my niggas rich by summer 17
I want my niggas rich by summer 17
I want my niggas rich by summer 17
Other Lyrics by Artist
- Rick Ross - Idols Become Rivals
- Rick Ross - Free Enterprise
- Rick Ross - Dead Rappers
- Rick Ross - 2 Shots
- Rick Ross - Bel Air
- Rick Ross - She Wanna Fuck
- Rick Ross - Beautiful Lie
- Rick Ross - Take Advantage
- Rick Ross - Knights Of The Templar
- Rick Ross - Turn Ya Back
- Rick Ross - Drive A Nigga Crazy
- Rick Ross - World's Finest
- Rick Ross - Icon
- Rick Ross - Geechi Liberace
- Rick Ross - Money & Powder
- Rick Ross - Bill Gates
- Rick Ross - We Gon Make It
- Rick Ross - Smile Mama, Smile
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- Black Oak Arkansas - Wild Men From The Mountains
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