Rick Ross – 7-11

Rick Ross is a rapper and entrepreneur who was the first artist signed to P. Diddy’s Ciroc Entertainment.  Use this link below to Download this track which is titled 7-11 and also use this link below to Stream and Download this song from Rick Ross which is titled 7-11.

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Lyrics of 7-11 by Rick Ross

God forgives, I don’t
In other words, retaliation is a must!

Boom boom boom boom!

[Hook]
I bow my head, I pray to God
Survival of the fittest: help me hold my chopper lord
If I die today, on the highway to heaven
Can I let my top down in my 911?
In my 911?
In my 911?
In my 911?
In my 911?

Financial fanatic, 40 bricks in my attic
400K in my baggage, 80 round automatic
You can’t stop a bullet, this one for the money
Secret indictments, Porsche costs me 200

[Verse 1]
Fuck all these broke niggas cause all I do is ball
Ain’t no more off days, my crib look like a mall
Fired the stylist, went and bought a big and tall
Niggas still schemin’, but we slidin’ on ’em all
I remember pickin’ watermelons
Now the
Porsche cost me a quarter million
If I die tonight I know I’m comin’ back nigga
Reincarnated: big black fat nigga

[Hook]
I bow my head, I pray to God
Survival of the fittest: help me hold my chopper lord
If I die today, on the highway to heaven
Can I let my top down in my 911?
In my 911?
In my 911?
In my 911?
In my 911?
Financial fanatic, 40 bricks in my attic
400K in my baggage, 80 round automatic
You can’t stop a bullet, this one for the money
Secret indictments, Porsche costs me 200

[Verse 2]
Fuck your investigation, study my elevation
Cherry red 911, straight to my destination
Mayweather got a fight, make me some reservations
Knew I flew private nigga, strapped with no hesitations
Gucci Pucci money long, he got 20 cars
Graduated from them blocks, now it’s stocks and bonds
Hoes wanna know, hoes wanna show
They know a nigga’s name, they know a nigga’s strong, fuck with me

[Hook]
I bow my head, I pray to God
Survival of the fittest: help me hold my chopper lord
If I die today, on the highway to heaven
Can I let my top down in my 911?
In my 911?
In my 911?
In my 911?
In my 911?
Financial fanatic, 40 bricks in my attic
400K in my baggage, 80 round automatic
You can’t stop a bullet, this one for the money
Secret indictments, Porsche costs me 200

[Verse 3]
Fuck your insinuation, work come from Venezuela
Love me some skinny bitches, fat boy just ’bout his paper
Hustle while niggas gossip, hatin’, that switch the topic
Jump in my 911, 2 bricks in my compartment
She let me smell her pussy
I know you smell the money
Still smell the gunpowder
911: 100 miles and runnin’

[Hook]
I bow my head, I pray to God
Survival of the fittest: help me hold my chopper lord
If I die today, on the highway to heaven
Can I let my top down in my 911?
In my 911?
In my 911?
In my 911?
In my 911?
Financial fanatic, 40 bricks in my attic
400K in my baggage, 80 round automatic
You can’t stop a bullet, this one for the money
Secret indictments, Porsche costs me 200

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