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Artiste : Rick Ross
Titre : COLD GAME
This whole motherfuckin´ album fire
I know if this motherfucker don´t go number one, y´all niggas hatin´
You heard it first from mama Choppa, bam

When the day is gone, you´re all I need
When I close my eyes, it´s all I see
Love me like I used to before (Rose)
Huh

Appetite for new timepieces, ain´t no time to lose
Ain´t no lie, Jacob know me, I bought all kinds of jewels
Put the haters on me, trust me, I make all kinds of moves
Here dealing with these fakers ´til I make up all the rules
I just wanna ride around and we lock the city down

All my bitches fightin´ in the club with they titties out (Haha)
Double M, we Blowin´ Budz, put them Phillies out
And any boy get out of line, I came to sit him down
I had a million on my mind, but that´s a billion now
Build a mansion out in Cali´ with the ceilings out
Nigga say they beefin´ with me, but I´m still in town
I got the killers in chinchillas, we the realest out
If you in your feelings, you gon´ feel this now
You know this Double M, that´s when you hear the sound (M-M-M)
All the baddest bitches came to get it down
And I know you on the ´shrooms, that´s if you feel the bounce (Maybach Music)

When the day is gone, you´re all I need
When I close my eyes, it´s all I see
Love me like you used to before

Patty wagons turn to Rolls-Royces, yeah (Royces)
Makin´ different choices, tryna see which corporate brand I´m signin´ with for endorsements
You can catch me on the Forbes stuntin´ (Stuntin´)
Pink, green, blue bills, I don´t discriminate the money
Like the Doomsday comin´, I´ma run it up
You niggas run y´all dick suckers too much and ride dick
Get off my nuts (Off my nuts)
I´ma check in ´bout my bread, watch some niggas check out (Brrt)

We chiropractin´ niggas neck, what that mean? Stretch him out (Brrt)
Playin´ with the Gs, I got a murder fee
That lead to casualties, ayy, just pick out your tee
I live a fantasy, bitches from Tel Aviv
In the Florida Keys, ridin´ jet skis
Pulled over, made a pit stop to fuck on a beach
While she ride me, I´m thankin´ God I´m out of the streets
I had the keys, the keys to feed the fiends
I had the rocks, took risks, the opps, they died for this and that (Died for this, nigga)
But don´t speak on wax, don´t let this light skin fool ya
I´m ´bout what I rap, yeah
Ayy, threesomes, that´s regular thing
I need a ten-piece combo like some lemon pepper chicken wings

Ayy, I´m a big boss like I´m Rick Ross (Ayy, Ross)
You ass backwards, criss-cross
You chasin´ bitches over money, well, that´s where you broke the law
If a ho hit today, then she gon´ be here to stay
She ain´t here while I´m broke, when I´m rich, it´s her loss, word to Drake
One-sixteen ain´t enough, like I´m Andre 3K, thirty-two bars like Jiggas
Feel like Hov, man (Feel like Hov, man)
Cross me when I gave you leeway
They play me like I´m 2K, don´t call me, "Brother," nigga
That´s my old name, my old bitch fucked another nigga
Then a hundred niggas just to get back
And I remained the same (Still the same nigga)

Cold game, still same
Sunny days after rain, pain turn to pleasure, made a man (On God)

When the day is gone, you´re all I need
When I close my eyes, it´s all I see
Love me like you used to before

This the takeover, y´all had your time, now it´s time to have mine
I know it´s a lot to digest, heart burn in your chest
From a rookie to a vet´
And I ain´t even done yet