Blow Lyrics - Rick Ross

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[Chorus: Rick Ross (Dre)]
This outta jean, and the head full of dough (Yeah)
Bottle on tha` rose, pass me some mo'
I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes
Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow (Bloooowwww)
Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow (Bloooowwww)
Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Way up in them Tailie Hills, burnin' like the sun set
A nigga' wit' a attitude, take it outta' context
Ride wit' that big thangs, lookin' like a parmtret
Beer than beer Afghan in a palm best
Ross, straight on the defro'
Makavali's on the Maybach, kicks retro
She wanna gaves at the sauce
Pullin' up at the juice, gettin` sage for the jaw
Rick Ross, I'm the best in the flesh
Gettin' less than reject, it's a way to reflect
Hard work, painties off, I'm a boss, you can tell
By the balls in the pail, and the bottles that we shell
I'm in a real, a state, in a real, a state of mine
We came for trigga' plate, kill a nigga' for a dime
I'm tryna' chill today, I got a million on my mind
Dice in my hand, one roll, I blow ya' mind

[Chorus: Rick Ross (Dre)]
This outta jean, and the head full of dough (Yeah)
Bottle on tha` rose, pass me some mo'
I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes
Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow (Bloooowwww)
Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow (Bloooowwww)
Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Mo' trips, mo' whips, mo' money, I'm mo' rich
Mo' hatas', mo' clips, mo' jewels, mo' chris
Half a hundread grand, this a rubberband
That's all vest, in my other hand
On the other hand, I'm still pitchin' other Hen'
All soft, balls off, xxxxx a stunna', man
Mo' trucks, mo' bucks, mo' freaks, mo' butts
I see the vision, for club vision, the prephet
I get brain, I bust nuts, in each states
Soon as I see what I'm lookin' for
I sit up in that seat, they cut em' off on them 24's
There it goes, baby gurl' come talk wit' tha' boss
I pop a rose bottles, you can get ya' shoes off

[Chorus: Rick Ross (Dre)]
This outta jean, and the head full of dough (Yeah)
Bottle on tha` rose, pass me some mo'
I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes
Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow (Bloooowwww)
Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow (Bloooowwww)
Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Ever seen a fat boy in a big body
Know you wanna sit bout' me, all you do is sick bobby
Less a part, mess to get kicked daddy
Next day, buy a condo to get kick outty
We don't take it for the few, this is what I do
Wait em` on the beach, all my diamonds off gonna' blue
So let's party like the pack jam, Pacman
Fifty grand, stack in my lap man
Get a lap dance, and if you get my dick hard
This ya' last chance, to up up on that big car
Wit' tha' Fat Man, certified Hood Star
But wit` a millionaire, look xxxxx you gone far
This the movement, a few niggas' you wanna' move wit'
Gucci on my feet, see I'm only in that new shit
Ha, they say life's a bitch
But close ya' eyes for a minute, and just bite this dick, it`s Ross

[Chorus: Rick Ross (Dre)]
This outta jean, and the head full of dough (Yeah)
Bottle on tha` rose, pass me some mo'
I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes
Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow (Bloooowwww)
Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow (Bloooowwww)
Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow

[Chorus: Rick Ross (Dre)]
This outta jean, and the head full of dough (Yeah)
Bottle on tha` rose, pass me some mo'
I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes
Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow (Bloooowwww)
Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow (Bloooowwww)
Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow

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