Bcgmmg (Remix)
by Rick Ross, Meek Mill, Stalley
I just be laughing at these haters... My laugh is like... My laugh sound like... [Verse 1: Stalley] Drag racin', left the game behind me I'm zoomin' on these niggas and I don't see nobody There's no competition and I told you niggas I'd be Back to put it down, now I'm back with the crown Crooked C with the pins on it, my kid's life depends on it So when the pen glowin', and I get goin, I ain't tip toein', I'm stompin' And them black boots, thug mind Look at the ish they start Made a honest man straight heartless... Once in a while I be ski mask mobbin' Someone pass me the Marlboro, I got somethin' to say boy Real intelligent shit too, somethin' niggas'll pay for Got filth under my nails, so I ain't tryna be no playboy Won't sell you nothin' I ain't boy, see I ain'tfor That dumb ish Yea I'll aim at ya nugget Open that rat hole and I'll plug it Took my... and I thugged it Now these lame ass niggas they love it I does it For you and you, put it together like two and two BCGMMG, yea that be my only crew [Hook: Stalley] BCGMMG, yea that be my only crew BCGMMG, yea that be my only crew BCGMMG, yea that be my only crew BCGMMG, yea that be my only crew [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Drag racin' haters all behind me Niggas mad at me cause my chrome wheels shining Flag hangin, bosses move in silence The money came slow, then I started vibin' Bumpin' Tela nigga "I'm so tired of ballin'" My new crib got four ****ing waterfalls in it Behind the double doors it look like it's a mall in it **** her good, bend her over, then I fall in it Pair of Chuck Taylor's, I rarely call tennis All the locc's sport'em, and they all menace From a nickel rock the Louboutin's on any block Public transportation our Lamborghini's on Rickenbacker Still under surveillance, look over you haters Right back to this money, I'll get with you later I'm stackin' this money, can't do you no favors I'm ****ing with Stalley, we still on the pavement [Hook] [Verse 3: Meek Mill] Rolex, I get more *** Ho's tryna hang like coat check Four's on the rang nigga no sweat And every time I'm in the bank that's more checks And my niggas got work no Bowflex, and my 44th Ward dogs go fetch Two bad hoes with me and they both wet And I stand on the corner like I protest Till that work done, and that first come And when the re-up came, I was the first one Like the Re- Up Gang I had two clips, up in my new glicc, ready to hurt something Cops came, I ain't heard nothin' Rock came, I served somethin' Started off with that.oz and tried to flip that shit to a whole ki' I'm OG, you know me Your work high, I'm low key I started off with like four quarters and it was tie game, I went OT Your girlfriend she so freak, eat the dick till she OD Gotta yellow Rollie, with a yellow bezel, and them rocks in it like cold pink [Hook]
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