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  • Текст песни INSIDE - чи-чи-бау

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    [Rick Ross - Chorus]
    Pork on the fork, widen the pot
    By any means if you like it or not
    Malcom X, by any means
    Many 14 stuffed in my denim jeans
    As-Salamu Alaykum Wa alaikum as salaam
    Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the Don
    Real n-gga, street certified, hit the streets whip cost 335

    [Meek Mill]
    No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot
    We chargin’ you niggas up you like it or not
    Drop the work off the scale, throw some ice in the pot
    Then let that Arm & Hammer, hammer it right to a lot
    Tryna whip a Rollie or Cartier
    Shout out to this Pyrex, that bought this Audemeer
    Oops I meant Audemar, my whole team got them
    You loving the same b-tch, my whole team poppin’
    My hundred dough, I’m wherever that money go
    Glock 9 in my underclothes, you cop two of them, we frontin’ 4
    F-ck n-ggas we dont f-ck with dough
    Bad b-tches never lets them know
    Keep them round but never trust them, no
    This 62 so comfortable
    I’m a field n-gga, you a house n-gga
    I’m a real n-gga and you’s a mouse n-gga
    Code red, which means you go red
    But I don’t knock you I just blame it on your head

    [Rick Ross - Chorus]
    Pork on the fork, widen the pot
    By any means if you like it or not
    Malcom X, by any means
    Many 14 stuffed in my denim jeans
    As-Salamu Alaykum Wa alaikum as salaam
    Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the Don
    Real n-gga, street certified, hit the streets whip cost 335

    [Wale]
    Malcom X get your hand out my pocket
    Some n-ggas walking with death guess they ran out of options
    Tell them n-ggas we moving, tell them n-ggas to do it
    I swear we going ham, throw some, my n-ggas Sunni
    They burn on every block,
    Snitches aint got no heart
    Shit ain’t been the same since Ronald Reagan helped Plymouth rock
    And we don’t land on it Mr. Reagan,
    But this gonna make us rich Mr. Reagan
    Now As-Salamu Alaykum Wa alaikum as salaam
    She near that every Friday and then go to Jummah
    Let her play with the box, she give the greatest top
    She said these n-ggas out here prayin’ she makes a lot, word
    How they say that we not fly, how they say that we not working
    They just need convincing like Malcom Little ‘fore he converted
    I’m on my Dean, Insha Allah, I’ma get her right
    On the Bible you can run but you can’t hide

    [Rick Ross - Chorus]

    [Pill]
    Marching for cars, they put a hole in it
    Start the applause, a rebel soul lifted
    Preaching for the paper paparazzi, federales severe rallies, massacre lives
    Teaching to Shabazz that’s Malik on behind the grass
    corruption over cash, leave them leaking in the cask’
    Aint better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells
    Malcolm ? platinum in Africa when he sat in a cell
    My religion the kitchens, papa formulas
    Benjamins to make sure my pockets abnormal
    My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze
    N-ggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed
    It’s hard when starving Marcus Garvey messed with Malcolm Little
    Knowledge Was obtained, F-ck your chains and your master n-gga
    We in the field building muscle while you watch the house
    And dusting off the porcelain and open when their cock is out

    [Rick Ross - Chorus]

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