Rick Ross – Imperial High

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Rick Ross the American Singer and song writer released his single track titled “Imperial High” which we made available for Free Mp3 Download.

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Rick Ross – Imperial High Lyrics
[Intro]
The imperial
(Maybach Music)

Money through the roof, it got it falling through the sky
Got me counting money on a percocet high
[?] petty niggas are awaiting my demise
Noose around my neck, you think a young nigga kind
Lookin’ deep into my eyes you wanna see me rise
Who is [?] you better watch the signs
King of all kings, black [?]
One nigga from [?] other get you crossed out
So fuck where you from and fuck what you sold
Watch how you come or watch how it go
I diss who you fear ’cause I knew they’d fold
And now I’m richer than them niggas, I can do the most
Money through the roof, it’s falling from the sky
Counting money on a percocet high

I watch how you spеak, I listen to your tone
The watchеs that you wear, this different time zones
Crispy calamari tears for the fools
Murder undercover [?] strip from your clothes
[?] doors
[?] for the drug lords
Clubs full of haters, tips for the waiters
Body count, AK-47’s made us
[?] in a knot
[?] you see me at the top
[?] get the coco from the coast guard
Coast clear, let’s [?]
Dolce & Gabbana buttoned to the neck
Still hoping that your honor let the jury rest
It’s buttoned to the neck
Praying that your honor let the jury rest

All I wanna do is [?] flow
[?] sunset, I’m talking big dope
Money through the roof, it’s falling through the sky
Spent two hundred for the Coup, they wanna shoot inside
Fuck wearing vests I knew that wouldn’t fit
I’m too slow to run, that’d get me flipped
They want me broke but a nigga rich
I’m talking real money, and not just nigga rich
Rap beefs will get you niggas buried back east
At least bitch niggas better act easy
I bought the restaurant, you sold your metaphors
I help my niggas now, you hit the panic doors
I’m not impressed by the painting on these niggas walls
But will he really draw when [?] the wall
I do it for my homies up against the ropes
Twenty years in this, talking to a ghost
Money through the roof, it’s falling through the sky
My homie in the pen until the day he die
I put it on his books and give it to his wife
He told me not to visit him and live my life
Money through the roof, it’s falling through the sky
All these broke niggas gotta run inside
[?] luggage, I just wanna fly
I pray my niggas get to see that other side
[?]
For the big belly ass rude boy
[?]

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