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Rick Ross - 911
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Roberts
William Roberts
Songwriter
Roshun Walker
Roshun Walker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Young Shun
Young Shun
Producer
John Rivers
John Rivers
Recording Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

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 Fuck 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 nigga Reincarnated: big black fat nigga! 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 Fuck your investigation, started my elevation Cherry red 911 straight to my destination Mayweather got a fight, make me some reservations Knew I flew private nigga, 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 nigga's name, they know a nigga's strong Fuck wit 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 Fuck your insinuation, work come from Venezuela Love me some skinny bitches, 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 pussy! 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?
Writer(s): William Leonard Roberts, Roshun Walker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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