โหลดเพลง mp3 911 (Album Version|Explicit) - Rick Ross

911 (Album Version|Explicit) - Rick Ross (里克·罗斯)
God forgives I don't
In other words retaliation is a must
I bow my head I pray to God
Survival of the fittest: help me hold my chopper Lord
If I die today on the highway to heaven
Can I let my top down in my 911
In my 911 In my 911 In my 911 In my 911
Financial fanatic 40 bricks in my attic
400K in my baggage 80 round automatic
You can't stop a bullet this one for the money
Secret indictments Porsche costs me 200
F**k all these broke niggas cause all I do is ball
Ain't no more off days my crib look like a mall
Fired the stylist went and bought a big and tall
Niggas still scheming we sliding on the mall
I remember picking watermelons
Now the Porsche cost me a quarter million
If I die tonight I know I'm coming back ni**a
Reincarnated: big black fat ni**a
I bow my head I pray to God
Survival of the fittest: help me hold my chopper Lord
If I die today on the highway to heaven
Can I let my top down in my 911
In my 911 In my 911 In my 911 In my 911
Financial fanatic 40 bricks in my attic
400K in my baggage 80 round automatic
You can't stop a bullet this one for the money
Secret indictments Porsche costs me 200
F**k your investigation started my elevation
Cherry red 911 straight to my destination
Mayweather got a fight make me some reservations
Knew I flew private ni**a strapped with no hesitations
Boochie Boochie money long he got 20 cars
Graduated from them blocks now it's stocks and bonds
Hoes wanna know hoes wanna show
They know a ni**a's name they know a ni**a's strong
F**k with me
I bow my head I pray to God
Survival of the fittest: help me hold my chopper Lord
If I die today on the highway to heaven
Can I let my top down in my 911
In my 911 In my 911 In my 911 In my 911
Financial fanatic 40 bricks in my attic
400K in my baggage 80 round automatic

You can't stop a bullet this one for the money
Secret indictments Porsche costs me 200
F**k your insinuation work come from Venezuela
Love me some skinny b**ches fat boy just 'bout his paper
Hustle while niggas gossip hating that switch the topic
Jump in my 911 2 bricks in my compartment
She let me smell her p**sy

I know you smell the money
Still smell the gunpowder

911 - 100 miles and running
I bow my head I pray to God
Survival of the fittest: help me hold my chopper Lord
If I die today on the highway to heaven
Can I let my top down in my 911

In my 911 In my 911 In my 911 In my 911
I bow my head I pray to God
Survival of the fittest: help me hold my chopper Lord
If I die today on the highway to heaven
Can I let my top down in my 911

In my 911 In my 911 In my 911 In my 911