Текст песни Rick Ross - Colombia (Remix) (feat. Young Scooter, Birdman, Gucci Mane)

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[Verse 1: Rick Ross] I can make Cocaine 3.5 kilos on my gold chain I just flew to Haiti Zoe fuck around gave me 80 Chickens like the wing-stop Nigga tried to kill me but I had the thing cocked They think I know the voo-doo How they keep showing my ghost on that channel 2 I'm having dreams and nightmares MJ moon-walking on them white squares I'm a boss not a kapo Pussy nigga time to call me el chapo Trappin' till a hundred mill Built a mansion for my killers out in Summer Hill Bad Bitches never fuck with yall We fuck em then we drop em off in them muscle cars Chrome wheels and them rally stripes Third body conversations through them satellites Lil nigga got a appetite We do em and we pray they momma have a candlelight [Hook] I can make cocaine I just fell in love with a Cuban I just left Colombia Now we get em in by the metrotons I can make cocaine I just fell in love with a Cuban I just left Colombia now we get em in by the metroton [Verse 2: Birdman] I just left Colombia Fly, skinny tires I ain't frontin none Bitch they call me Birdman Whip it from the kitchen to the curb man Used to rob blocks on them backstreets Dippin through them backstreets Traveling with 10 a piece Kingpin lifestyle Million on the whip, hunnid mil, hunnid thou 20 million on a new home Line tap got me hustling off of five phones Gotta get it by all means Put it down for my city from a triple beam [Hook] I can make cocaine I just fell in love with a Cuban I just left Colombia Now we get em in by the metrotons I can make cocaine I just fell in love with a Cuban I just left Colombia now we get em in by the metroton [Verse 3: Gucci Mane] I was trapping outta granny house I broke the screen door Rappers say they kingpins but ain't never seen dope Whippin dope in every bowl you can't find a clean bowl Long line full of fiends, Gucci need a green store Wanna visit Coca-Cola come to Gucci mane store And I ain't never told a soul I didn't need no snitch folks R.I.P. Pimp, shouts to Bun I just sold a metric ton I got 99 bricks and I still won't front you one [Verse 4: Young Scooter] Hop up out that airplane Me and Hector got a meeting with the rich gang Free my nigga Poo Tang, sold more dope than every rapper in the rap game Really seen them truck loads, came a long way from them country dirt roads I own Lil Mexico, pushing bricks from the east to the west coast Summerime I'm charging 16, you got ugly bricks you know my re-mix look clean Im BMG stamping everything, the streets mine and you'll never see a drought again

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