Rick Ross – Kyrie Lyrics

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[Intro]

(DP on the beat)

Man: Listen Rozay I want some dope, I heard y’all sell dope

Ross: So what type of dope you want bitch?

Maybach Music

[Hook]

Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce

Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James

This other type of money even make me nervous

I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving

[Verse 1]

Stephen Curry, Under Armour on my gang

They hit me close range, bitch ain’t hit a thing

Cut the dog food up with the (?)

The junkies they hit ’em like a canon ball

Don’t nobody do it like Miami does

Bought 20 kilos, coulda bought Miami subs

Let her snort a line so she can get a buzz

She says she want a dime, I told her get a dub

My city one big hospice, I could pull the plug

Them bitches it’s us before we pulling up

Keep it gangster, 20 bottles of Bel-Air

And got all of the dope boy’s hands in the air

[Hook]

Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce

Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James

This other type of money even make me nervous

I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving

Work, work, work, work, work

[Verse 2]

I wanna build a mansion in Port-Au-Prince

Speaking creole with all of my Haitian friends

Kilos for the low and Bahamas the (?)

Everything is diamond, can’t (?) in a drought

I’m breezing through the beats, shout my nigga Pauchillo

Dave Grubman in the building, toast like the Goodfellas

20 million, baby that’s my water bill

Got Puffy on the phone talking a quarter bil

Piece of honey now I’m talking Taco Bell

Youngest nigga in the US with 100 mil

Ain’t too many hoes I haven’t done for real

Money in my pocket, boy I’m number one for real

Benz running and I’m sitting on the trunk

Rolling up a blunt, getting my dick sucked

[Hook]

Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce

Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James

This other type of money even make me nervous

I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving

Work, work, work, work, work

[Verse 3]

I see you fucking up like you a Donald Trump

I cast a vote and get a pussy nigga slumped

I gave my dog a stack, that shit was barely lunch

He got it done and called me back like batter’s up

He hit a bystander which didn’t matter much

And then I ate that pussy like Captain Crunch

We cruising (?) like we was Mexican

When it come to your hustle, exhibit excellence

Step to my clique and you’ll meet the exorcist

If you’re ever in debt then you’ll be the deficit

In the oval office and I’m iced out

Ankle monitor beeping in the white house

[Hook]

Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce

Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James

This other type of money even make me nervous

I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving

Work, work, work, work, work

Kyrie Lyrics, Rick Ross, Rick Ross – Kyrie Lyrics

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