Perfectionist (feat. Meek Mill) (Album: "Mastermind" (2014)) (RICK ROSS LYRICS)





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[Rick Ross:]
Hustle out of necessity, father never corrected me
Streets showed me no sympathy, Audemar my accessory, huh
Never accurate, I�m aiming at your Acura, yeah
Heart rate accelerate on other amateurs

[Meek Mill:]
And I murder anything in my perimeter
If they disrespect us we slide on them like a banister
Dodging fat cameras, balling like fuck stamina
Block doing numbers, I graduated the mansion

[Rick Ross:]
Bricks in the Maybach, bricks in the Escalade
Bricks on brickle, we got bricks in the bay
San Fran bricks got bricks in L.A.
Publisher watch the money, I got bricks on this plane

[Meek Mill:]
And my nigger brick on his way, just did a dime for a brick of the Yay�
I�m switching up my bricks like my kicks with my lay
Rule number one, never keep them bricks where you stay

[Rick Ross:]
All my women photogenic they never depreciate
Pop up in ya city, it�s strictly about the cake
Quarters to half�s on my road to the riches
All real niggers just playing different positions

[Meek Mill:]
Ross can be the quarter back, I�ma run his quarter back
Feds try to intercept a nigger like a corner back
Make a nigger pay a couple birds, get his daughter back
Get the dirty money, clean it all up at the Laundromat

[Rick Ross]
I�m allergic to failure, heroin paraphernalia
Frank Lucas furs at the fight on my cellular
Ball like Mayweather, Don King at the register
I stack chedder, it�s etcetera, etcetera

[Meek Mill]
I�m addicted to winning, pretty women and spinnin�
Ferragamo on linen, a nigger starting he finish
D.A. label me menace, mama call me a king
So therefore I�m dropping soon like Tyson was in the ring

[Rick Ross]
Coca-cola minx, Canary yellow stones
I�ma stunt if it mean I gotta break a bone
Me and Meek Milly in the hood on chrome
Double-M G and we 20 million strong

[Meek Mill]
Doesn�t matter if it�s chess or checkers cause it�s all blocks (bricks)
I�m in this 911 Porsche with a bald spot
No roof, fresh off the car lot
And we don�t call cops nigger, we just call shots

[Rick Ross]
Fuck the competition I bury the cockroaches
Think when you see what I pull up out the holster
Can�t even breath, remember what yo mama told ya
We the real g�s and the well paid soldiers

[Meek Mill]
So if you nigger scared, call the feds up
We taking over I�m just giving niggers heads up
We shoot them down, just to let them know we dead up
8 figure nigger, tell the labels, get our bread up

MMG, bitch, Maybach Music, we just do shit like this for no reason

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