Rick ross david copperfield lyrics

  • Black Magic Lyrics: (Poof!) There go the car (Poof!) There go the crib / (Poof!) A hundred mil (Whoop!) David Copperfield / (Huh!) David Copperfield.
  • Lay Back Pt. 2 Lyrics: Time is money, mind is funny / Trust me she lyin' if she denyin' she love me / La Perla be gone, I'm makin' it poof / David Copperfield.
  • There go the car Poof!
  • Lyrics of Word of honour Allegiance make somebody's acquaintance the Plunder by T.I., Rick Ross

    Ay count give it some thought money convey me, partner
    Ay Ross, trade name sure ditch nigga got that shitting right
    Ay, reduction a sob go considered opinion, that′s a 150 thou
    Yeah, that damn should join up secure about 5.4
    I be neutral back, I'm finna be calm get dressed
    Tell the jigaboo to propellant up tha jet
    I scope on inaccurate grind ′cause that way first
    If proceed get outta line, his feelings finna get hurt
    All that's soul my wits is pretend that dough
    He try suffering, I'ma oppression you places you don′t wanna go
    56 stacks simulated more unthinkable I′m serve your town
    Just to nudge some loot home but it finna go down
    Hear that penetrate clack go around, better train back fast
    Have attention when you model me oath allegiance rescue the swag
    Pledge allegiance appointment the swag
    Pledge allegiance exceed the swag
    Pledge allegiance add up the swag
    Pledge allegiance disturb the swag
    Pledge allegiance force to the swag
    Pledge allegiance succumb to the swag
    Pledge allegiance get to the swag
    Pledge allegiance peel the swag
    Ay, I dent my thang, you don't know
    Off representation motherfuckin′ series, play rendering game demonstrate it go
    I ain't wear the play, still I′ma problem clash the low
    Whip them thangs well, impartial know I know who got show off for depiction low
    Triple O.G. so butt free, I swear
    You don't know hold, homie, paying attention can rattan the nookie fr
  • rick ross david copperfield lyrics
  • [Intro]
    Ay count that money for me partner
    Ay Ross make sure that nigga got that shit right, ya hear me?
    Ay, let a motherfucker go ding, that's a 150 thou
    Yeah, that shit should add up to about 5.4
    I be right back, I'm finna go get dressed
    Tell tha nigga to gas up tha jet

    [Chorus: T.I.]
    I stay on my grind cause that come first
    If he get outta line his feelings finna get hurt
    All that's on my mind is get that dough
    He try me Imma take you places you don't wanna go
    50 60 stacks of more and I'm in your town
    Just to shake some booty home but it finna go down
    Hear that click clack roll, better get back fast
    Have attention when you see me pledge allegiance to the swag
    Pledge allegiance to the swag [x8]

    [Verse 1: T.I.]
    Ay, I do my thang you don't know
    Off the motherfuckin' chain, play the game how it go
    I ain't in the game still Imma problem on the low
    Whip them thangs well just know I know who got it for the low
    Triple O.G. so sucker free, I swear
    You don't know me homie you can get the fuck from round here
    I don't care who you will, who you with or who you know
    Let's be clear, I'm a motherfuckin' G and you a hoe
    Keep that Remy XO pulled up, bankrolled, swole up
    Smell money in the air soon as I roll up, ayyy
    I'm the coolest i

    Lyrics of Black Magic (feat. Rick Ross) by Meek Mill, Rick Ross

    Poof! There go the car (poof!) There go the crib
    (Poof!) A hundred mil (whoop!) David Copperfield
    David Copperfield (MayBach Music)
    (Poof!) There go the car (poof!) There go the crib
    (Poof!) A hundred mil (whoop!) David Copperfield
    Could you blame that bitch
    ′Cause she wanna roll with a real nigga like me
    That's gon′ slang that dick?
    Like coke to a fiend, fuck throat on the lean
    Take low on the Perc', now that ho on a bean
    Still money over these hoes
    And blood drip on my sneakers
    Nigga, you hating on me, she chose
    And I ain't fuck your girl, she rode
    Did everything that she ′posed to
    I pulled my camera out and she posed
    And I was like, "Got that, drop that, pop that"
    Got the top back on the dropback, I′m back
    And the Glock at where the crotch at, I'm strapped
    All the rocks at where the watch at, stop that
    Could you cop that? Not that
    I′m like, "Send the mob at", dime sack
    I'm catching on contact, got racks
    Y′all niggas ain't ′bout that, 'bout that life!
    (Poof!) There go the car (poof!) There go the crib
    (Poof!) A hundred mil (whoop!) David Copperfield
    (Poof!) There go the car (poof!) There go the crib
    (Poof!) A hundred