Rick Ross Santorini Greece Lyrics

Sometimes I be wanting to say "f*ck the world!"
I don't give a f*ck!
Shoot it out with all you bitches
Bitches don't love me
Young black nigga, nigga fighting the world, nigga
Everywhere you go bitches throwing rocks nigga
Man, a nigga in a Lamborghini

Seen a Cuban kilo I was 15
Dealing yayo never had my teeth cleaned
Restricted license but I'm so divisive
I know the snipers and I flow the nicest
Fresher than Groovy Lou at a Coogi shoot
A multiple weapons in my new Gucci boots
The bank account done caught the holy ghost I say the bank account done caught the holy ghost
Hot pastrami for my Jewish chicks
Eight days of Christmas, every day a newer gift
I'm Michael Jackson to the rich niggas
That leather jacket, baby, with the 6 zippers
Suicide, or rather crucified
I prophesize your whole crew demise
Mutulu wife reside in Cuba nigga
Shoot you, let you bleed out, it's how they do it nigga

Huh! Huh!
These niggas don't believe in God
From this very moment, you should believe in God

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