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Artiste : Rick Ross
Titre : The Transporter
One time for the niggas that´s huggin´ the block
Two times for the boys that´s bubblin´ rock
Three times for the G´s including myself
Four times for the brothers that´s reachin´ the wealth

Five times for the hustle I taught it myself
Transporter I bought it myself
I bought it myself

Niggas major, taylor two´s? the newest gators
Gangsta, I´m muthafuckin´ Albert Anastasia
Michael Corleone, presidential Rolly on
Net worth unknown, closet full of Skull and Bones
Silver spurs come his and hers, just live and learn
Snipers on the roof´s for troops, that´s for whom it concern´s
Applaud the whore´s abroad awaiting my return
Ressurected like Makaveli, pray my soul burns
Sole supplier for cocaine in southern states
Sending sack city to city, be back in a couple days
Don´t get me started, I make triple in fickle markets

My profit margin´ll have all you local niggas starvin´

One time for the niggas that´s huggin´ the block
Two times for the boys that´s bubblin´ rock
Three times for my borhters who reachin´ the wealth
Four times for the G´s including myself
Thinking back when a nigga never had a quarter
Much love for the bitches wearing something shorter
Five times for the trap, got a nigga ballin´
But I gotta take my hat off to the Transporter

When I´m looking for a certain feeling, gotta hit it raw
Look up to my ceiling ladies, chandeliers galore
Look into my closet then you know I love couture

Even more shoe collection too fly for the fucking floor
Shelves, Louis V in shelves
Shoot the fucking stylist we gon´ find this shit ourselves
Audemar was designed by Swizz Beatz
Black face black ben on stitching is a beast
They say the least I am extradinaire
Transporter yeah I bought it, yeah pistols in the air

Sole supplier for cocaine in southern states
Sending sack city to city, back in a couple days
Don´t get me started, I make triple in fickle markets
My profit margin´ll have all these local niggas starvin´

I got the thangs, I´mma tell ya once
Better have your money right, you won´t see me for months

One time for the niggas that´s huggin´ the block
Two times for the boys thats bubblin´ rock
Three times for my borhters who reachin´ the wealth
Four times for the G´s including myself
Thinking back when a nigga never had a quarter
Much love for the bitches wearing something shorter
Five times for the trap, got a nigga ballin´
But I gotta take my hat off to the Transporter