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High Definition Lyrics - Rich Forever - Rick Ross

I can talk about the bodies, I could tell you 'bout the killin' 

Duct taping niggas in the name of drug dealin' 

Big body Benzes while the b! tch niggas starve 

Turtleneck Mercedes blowin' smoke up out the top 

Time to talk about the money, I can tell you 'bout a profit 

Ocean front spot moving niggas out the projects 

Diamonds on my neck call it the ghetto's guillotine 

F-ckin' with them jewelers nigga lit up like a screen, HD 

Look at me ballin' I'm talkin' high definition 

F-ckin' up six digits, boy that's just my definition 

Niggas gotta get murked but I'm just minding my business 

Bought three Range Rovers dolo, so f-ck Expedition 

On the road to the riches until I'm paid in full 

And the Lord is my witness, I got AK to pull 

These niggas full of shit, my niggas moving bricks 

I could front you fifty, but you gotta move 'em quick, my moolah thick 

 

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Went and got me a choppa to put it right in ya face 

Better blow out your brains before you give me a case 

Got the forty by my d! ck I keep on pissin' on the hammer 

When they talkin' slick I double back with that banana 

High definition I'm stacking money to the ceilin' 

F-ck my whole feelings 

Look here, it's time to make a killin' 

Got a hundred silent niggas and they feigning for a million 

High definition b! tches, my life a motion picture 

 

I could talk about the b! tches, I could tell you 'bout the bricks 

Pull up in the Bentley I could pop up in the six 

Helicopter rides I can sit it on the club 

Sound of the propeller had my young b! tch busting nuts 

Niggas wanna crack jokes just to get close to me 

Hope you know that I'm strapped like I supposed to be 

Put a number on your helmet like it's Notre Dame 

5 grand'll get you whacked, won't even know your name 

Road to the riches until I'm paid in full 

And the Lord is my witness we making major moves 

God forgives and I don't, I got it tatted in my skin 

I'm going straight to hell that's if ballin' is a sin 

Crucifix on my neck I pray it never melt 

Pacquiao purse, boy I took another belt 

Rest in peace to the p-ssies, it's time to Scar some more 

 

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Went and got me a choppa to put it right in ya face 

Better blow out your brains before you give me a case 

Got the forty by my d! ck I keep on pissin' on the hammer 

When they talkin' slick I double back with that banana 

High definition I'm stacking money to the ceilin' 

F-ck my whole feelings 

Look here, it's time to make a killin' 

Got a hundred silent niggas and they feigning for a million 

High definition b! tches, my life a motion picture 

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