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Teflon Don


Artist: Rick Ross
Genres: Hip-Hop
Total songs: 7
Year: 2010

B.m.f Lyrics - Teflon Don - Rick Ross

I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover 

Whippin' work, hallelujah 

One nation under God 

Real niggas getting money from the fucking start 

 

I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover 

Getting work, hallelujah 

One nation under God 

Real niggas getting money from the fucking start 

 

My Rolls-Royce triple black, I'm getcha ho 

Balling in the club, bottles like I'm Ichiro 

Rosé, that's my nickname 

Cocaine running in my big vein 

 

Self-made, you just affiliated 

I built it ground up, you bought it renovated 

Talkin' plenty capers, nothing's been authenticated 

Funny you claimin' the same bitch that I'm penetratin' 

 

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Hold the bottles up, where my comrades? 

Where the fucking felons, where my dogs at? 

Uh, I got that Archie Bunker 

And it's so white I just might charge you double 

 

I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover 

Whippin' work, hallelujah 

One nation under God 

Real niggas getting money from the fucking start 

 

I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover 

Getting work, hallelujah 

One nation under God 

Real niggas getting money from the fucking start 

 

These motherfuckers mad that I'm icy 

Stunt so hard make 'em come indict me 

I think I'm Big Meech, look at my timepiece 

It's an Audemar, hundred wrecks at least 

 

Photos 

 

Look at yourself now look at me 

You can't see a nigga, I'm what you used to be 

Look at it this way, you niggas sideways 

Always getting money, my nigga, crime pays 

 

So fuck a nigga, I'm self-made 

You a sucka nigga, I'm self-paid 

This for my broke niggas, this for my rich niggas 

Got a hundred on the head of a snitch nigga 

 

I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover 

Whippin' work, hallelujah 

One nation under God 

Real niggas getting money from the fucking start 

 

I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover 

Getting work, hallelujah 

One nation under God 

Real niggas getting money from the fucking start 

 

36 holes leave you bleedin' family 

Words in them thirty-six o's in the kilogram 

Blunt tip, armors like caviar 

Wild and out, fish-tailin' Subaru, rally car 

 

Out the passenger, lead in the automatic 

For egg or that girl, I knock your mommy and daddy off 

Fuck around and knock the emblem off the Caddy off 

Four-shooters buggin' out, blickin' at your Caddy doors 

 

And did I mention? Gun from Red Dead Redemption 

Nine mils, fifty clip extensions 

Hope it's like a mattress in the hood, I'm flippin' on it 

And the money's like a chair, I'm sittin' on it 

 

I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover 

Whippin' work, hallelujah 

One nation under God 

Real niggas getting money from the fucking start 

 

I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover 

Getting work, hallelujah 

One nation under God 

Real niggas getting money from the fucking start 

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