Rick Ross "Santorini Greece" paroles

Santorini Greece

[Intro]Sometimes I be wanting to say, "Fuck the world!"I don't give a fuck!I'll shoot it out with all you bitchesBitches don't love meYoung black nigga, nigga fighting the world, niggaEverywhere you go, bitches throwing rocks, niggaMan, a nigga in a Lamborghini

[Verse 1]Seen a Cuban kilo, I was 15 (huh)Dealin' yayo, never had my teeth cleanedRestricted license but I'm so divisiveI know the snipers and I flow the nicest (woo)Fresher than Groovey Lew at a Coogi shoot (ahh)A multiple weapons in my new Gucci bootsThe bank account done caught the holy ghost (huh)I say the bank account done caught the holy ghostHot pastrami for my Jewish chicksEight days of Christmas, every day a newer giftI'm Michael Jackson to the rich niggasThat leather jacket, baby, with the 6 zippersSuicide, or rather crucified (huh)I prophesize your whole crew demiseMutulu wife reside in Cuba, niggaShoot you, let you bleed out, it's how they do a nigga

[Interlude]Huh! Huh!You niggas don't believe in GodFrom this very moment, you should believe in God (uh)

[Verse 2]Half of my niggas headed to AtticaEither traffickin' or destined to be a janitorDiabetes rampant in my blood lineThat why fat boy be happy to see the sunshineI'm here for results, baby, let's cut to chaseSticky fingers and paper, D.A. will drop the case (woo)Art Basel with Lyor I blew 300 with 'em (huh)2 seaters for all the soldiers who runnin' with 'em (ahh)Ask 100 women, yeah they wanna hit 'emI be half awake and still be runnin' in 'em (woo)Two new liter Sprite to get me through the nightBowlin' alley in the basement but we still shootin' dice (haha)Rich forever, killa take my old advice (yeah)Better yet, take my old bitches and mold 'em right (talk)And if I want her back, I come and take her back (boss)Santorini Greece, I put it on the map

[Interlude]Some points you niggas gotta be gratefulMutulu ShakurI know your dreads touching the floor, nigga

[Verse 3]We in the last days, these racist agendasBlatant double standards because I'm a niggaJesse Jackson on them people payroll (fuck him)When you black, lips chapped 'cause the game coldI'm givin' niggas jobs when I sing songs (let's go)White man love me when I get my bling on (nigga)But you hate me buyin' real estate in foreign land (what)Respect my genius, all my people Portishead (what)Room full of cloaks and they countin' votesMillion man march and I'm takin' notes (huh)Made it to the top, you thought they saw a ghost (yeah)Facin' tax evasion, niggas sell they soulSo sellin' dope was the path we choseAnd now it's boats and the Belaire Rose (woo)Rich niggas in the set and stone (woo)Neck rocky, Sylvester Stallone (woo)See me in Capri or them Andes (huh)Santorini, Greece with a dime piece (huh)My money long, you know I'm out your reach (nigga)Only fat nigga joggin' on the beach (haha)Versace underwear but see the ass crack (ha)Oblivious to how rapid my cash stackI'm a pistol totter, fuck I'm votin' for? (fuck 'em)If I could, I'd drop a bomb, let's take 'em all to war (fuck 'em)My favorite shorty out of Baltimore (yeah)Every Chanel you know I bought it for her (I got that)All the arguments she never called the lawI was never home but hid the money in the wallsConstant visits from the A.T.FSo I copped some cribs in the A.T.LMartha Stewart decorated both (ha)Snoop Dogg donated the smoke

[Outro]This Chinese arithmetic, and it all add upIt all add upBig Dog, Big BossHuh! Huh!

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