เนื้อเพลง Summer Seventeen - Rick Ross
เนื้อเพลง Summer Seventeen
[Rick Ross:]
You scared to die n*gga?
Open your eyes wide and I pray you are
I'm out on bond so I gotta beat it
All the dope boys say they wanna be me (boss)
I got a lick boy, I got a lick
2017 trust me boy, this one is it
I used to smoke the weed until my fingers burn
Pool of b*tches f*cking me, I got em' taking turns
My n*gga bought the stick but you wanna fade
Made runnin' in the bank a residential thing
All my n*ggas mad they like f*ck the world
Back to standin' on the Ave. with a couple birds
If you a killer well I'm tryna see
Cause calling the police the only thing free
I had to park that purple Lamborghini
And pull that Chevy back out on the cement
I'm from the city where they kill for nothin'
And all Renzel do is push a b*tton
I want my n*ggas rich by Summer Seventeen
I want my n*ggas rich by summer seventeen
I want my n*ggas rich by summer seventeen
(All my n*ggas! I'm talking all my n*ggas!)
I want my n*ggas rich by summer seventeen
[Yo Gotti:]
I had a quarter mil' when I was seventeen
Quarterback and quarter keys, plus I own the team
Rather you than me, rather me than you
Riding in that coupe, hanging out shooting
Glass panoramic top, I don't got no roof
Your b*tch wishing on a star
I can see the moon
I can count to a million with my eyes closed, and shoot a p*ssy with that chopper while I'm blindfolded
Draco, draco, draco (draco), fitted cap a halo (halo)
Activis and Faygo, no pussies on my payroll
It's 'bout to be a cold summer, hot winter
This year in march, I might make it rain 'til September
[Rick Ross:]
I want my n*ggas rich by summer seventeen
I want my n*ggas rich by summer seventeen
I want my n*ggas rich by summer seventeen
I want my n*ggas rich by summer seventeen
I'm out on bond so I gotta beat it
Half a million to my lawyer cause he undefeated
Shots fired; you short of breathing
Barefoot, cause them kids took your Adidas
I'm keepin' fried fish up in my mama pan
How much y'all detectives call yo' boy the son of Sam
Zaca flesh shake up the block, that's with a hundred grand
Put that voodoo on you n*ggas so that gun'll jam
You know them n*ggas killers how they name ring
You know them n*ggas winners how they chain swing
All the b*tches sellin' p*ssy charge the same thing
Richest n*gga in the hood, we call him Rain Man
I want my n*ggas rich by summer seventeen
I want my n*ggas rich by summer seventeen
(All my n*ggas, let's go!)
I want my n*ggas rich by summer seventeen
I want my n*ggas rich by summer seventeen
[Yo Gotti:]
Lord! I'm talking all my n*ggas!
All my n*ggas!
Every one of em, n*gga
Summer seventeen n*gga!