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      3 Kings (Ft. Dr. Dre & Jay-Z)

      3 Kings (Ft. Dr. Dre & Jay-Z)

      Rick Ross

      Album: God Forgives

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      Rick Ross - 3 Kings (Ft. Dr. Dre & Jay-Z) Música y Letra

      [Intro: Dr. Dre]
      Yeah, classic hip hop shit
      Dr. D-R-E
      Rozay and Jay, let's get 'em
      
      [Verse 1: Dr. Dre]
      We started out moppin' floors
      And now we front row at the awards
      Number one for the last twenty years
      If you real, mothafucka scream cheers!
      Mothafucka scream cheers!
      Heh, and it is what it is
      He wanted to shine at the swap meet
      Til them white boys got him in that hot seat
      Only love it when her hair long
      You should listen to this beat through my headphones
      Money long, number one twenty years strong
      Fuck a gym, I am him, I'm Andre Young
      G5s to 64s, Dre got 'em
      If the bitch bad I got her in red bottoms
      Great weed, nice homes, bread proper
      Tech nine, one chamber, top shotta
      Bentley coupe, new yacht, my helicopter
      Born broke, real nigga straight out of Compton
      The fuck you magazine niggas want from me?
      I rewrote the game, nigga, now talk money
      All black on my Al Capone shit
      I built a house, nigga get your own shit
      I only love it when her hair long
      You should listen to this beat through my headphones
      
      [Verse 2: Rick Ross]
      See y'all niggas
      Hit the switches on that shit one time, ugh
      Let the top down
      I came a long way from the weed game
      Twenty stack seats at the Heat game
      And I'm still strapped with the heat man
      And we steppin' on a nigga feet man
      80 pair of sneakers came from the D game
      Cousin was a Crip, said it was a C thing
      Brown bag money in a duffle bag
      Fuck 'em all, wet 'em and we gotta double back
      The homie whippin' chickens in his momma kitchen
      On the mission, said he get it for his sons tuition
      Real nigga's dreams comin' to fruition
      Stumble, but I never fall, leanin' on my pistol
      I only love it when the ass fat
      We should listen to this track in my Maybach
      I'm just tryin' to be a billionaire
      Come and suck a dick for a millionaire
      
      [Verse 3: Jay-Z]
      Uh, it's just different
      I know it feels different
      Uh, I only love her if her eyes brown
      Play this shit while you play around with my crown
      King H-O, y'all should know by now
      But if you don't know, uh
      Millions on the wall and all my rooms
      Niggas couldn't fuck with my daughter's room
      Niggas couldn't walk in my daughter's socks
      Banksy bitches, Basquiat
      I ran through that buck fifty Live Nation fronted me
      They workin' on another deal, they talkin' two hundred fifty
      I'm holdin' out for three
      Two seventy five and I just might agree
      Ex-D-boy, used to park my beamer
      Now look at me, I can park in my own arena
      I only love her if her weave new
      I'm still a hood nigga, what you want me to do?
      Been hoppin' out the BM with your BM
      Taken to places that you can't go with your per diem
      Screamin' carpe diem until I'm a dead poet
      Robin Williams shit, I deserve a golden globe bitch!
      I take a ace in the meanwhile
      You ain't gotta keep this Khaled, it's just a freestyle
      Fuck rap money, I've made more off crates
      Fuck show money, I spent that on drapes
      Close the curtains, fuck boy, out my face
      I whip the coke, let the lawyer beat the case
      Murder was the case that they gave me
      I killed the Hermes store, somebody save me
      Stuntin' to the max like wavy
      Oh shit! Oh, stuntin' to the max, I'm so wavy
      Used to shop at TJ Maxx back in '83
      I don't even know if it was open then
      I ain't know Oprah didn't
      Have the XL 80 bike
      Loud motor, they be like, "Damn!" when I'm comin' through, rrraaanngg
      Had the grill in '88, y'all niggas is late
      You got all that, right?
      I love this shit like my own daughter
      Let's spray these niggas, baby, just like daddy taught ya
      Young, this is just different

      Rick Ross - 3 Kings (Ft. Dr. Dre & Jay-Z) Música y Letra

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