Veterans Day Lyrics

Artist: Rick Ross (Feat Lil Wayne & Birdman)
Soundtrack: Teflon Don
Year: 2010

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[Verse 1 – Lil Wayne]
I like my pussy a little wetter, my drinks a little colder
My girls a little older with her hair past her shoulders
Like my weed a little stronger, my money a lot longer
If blooding ain’t right, then I couldn’t be a wronger
I’m a bad motherfucker, be very afraid
Boy this heat will give your ass a raspberry beret
Been in the building motherfucker, we ain’t never escape
Ca-Cash Money is the army, veterans day
But the block done got hotter, the world done got colder
So fuck a diamond chain, we wearing guns on our shoulder
If you want it you can get it, come on sign up
We got choppers that will put that Tony Romo 9 up
Man we so about it, 5 star count it
Could have fucked the world, but I left it how I found it
Took the game to school, now I’m ’bout to cap and gown it
Got a circle of success, you can say I’m well rounded
Yeah
Ross
And by the way, my name is Tuneche
Tuneche baby haha, yeah

[Verse 2 – Birdman]
Uptown roller, take it off your shoulder
Tommy’s with the flag, spent the hundred high rollin’
Flipped it off the conda, made it off the conda
Sky scraping condo top floor aroma
High to the sky when I step up in this bitch
Thousand dollar cologne, no ceiling in this bitch
The marble for the Louie, the bag full of cash
Keep a strap on me, a mill on the tab
Priceless with these numbers, flipping in the seat
Junior doing time, kicking up his feet
A mill on the books, I’m stuntin’ with a fleet
A pretty red bitch we smash every week
Blowing on some good, Maybach the back seat
The bitch sleeping good, a mill on the sheets
Born rich from the hood, YMCMB
Yeah, Maybach, Maybach, brrrap

[Verse 3 – Rick Ross]
I’m that fat motherfucker, young entrepreneurs
Zombies in the street, we got them pouring out the sewers
Most controversial in the motherfucking truest
And by looking at my jewels, I’m still the motherfucking coolest
Waving your flag, you just a fucking blood donor
And this bitch far from bad, who put these fucking Uggs on her?
Took her to California, spent a fucking dub on her
When she walk up in the club, now every fucking thug want her
I’m just so fucking special, lets see whats on the menu
Fuck the promoter, my crib bigger than the venue
This the shit I’m into, all black in the rental
My chopper be making hits, its such a sad instrumental
These niggas love boys enjoying there little toys
I’m building hotels off the coast of St. Croix
100 mill, I accept nothing less, Ross
Black Ray-Ban’s at Obama’s next address

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