Elvis Presley Blvd. - Rick Ross feat Project Pat
Hood billionaire
N_gga need that quinine
I'm making more with the baking soda, don't hate on me
You know where I'm at though
[Hook 1:]
I'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVD
I'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVD
Got the dogfood, the soft, n_gga, and the hard
You can tell them crackers they can go and get the dogs
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I'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVD
Riding down Elvis Presley BLVD
Got the boy, got the girl and I got the hard
Tell them p_ssy crackers they can bring the dogs
I got priscilla, I got priscilla
I got vanilla, boy, I got vanilla
I been that n_gga, I been that n_gga
I bend that corner, I'm stacking scrilla
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My face familiar, my face familiar
Half a milli for the whip, this b_tch'll hurt your feelings
I could fly Brazillian, send her in the mail
She got Meek Milly cellphone in the county jail
I'm at the car wash off on Elvis Presley BLVD
That nina hit your van, your ass gon' holla "good God"
You feel that itch, you feel that itch
That Camaro moving fast, boy, I'm getting rich
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Run up in the chopper, I push the panic b_tton
Lil' 'Toine snorting coke, he ain't scared of nothing
Bumping player fly until a player die
Charged 'em for the nine gram, but I gave a five
My baking soda fine, I'm baking over dimes
I got them brown bags, I bet they know the smell
I'm riding down Elvis Presley BLVD
Can I park an airplane in a n_gga yard?
[Hook 2]
[Project Pat:]
Fresh in them sneakers, pills up, I'm stepping on the dogs
Bringing down a half a thing, mane, get these puppies off
Hard work pays off, get more if you selling soft
Catch you slipping out here though, my dog, we knock your melon off
They cannot stunt, shoot them, rifles long like African
Got them young boys shooting sh_t up like Africans
Me gold in me mouth, 'round my neck like leprechaun
Lamborghini or Ferrari, watch these b_tches come
Packing funds all because me go quick to rob the clubs
Me go an hour full of slugs, left these bodies full of slugs
Met me on the south side of the city with the whole thing
Iced 'em with the heater, took the sh_t, it's a cold game
These n_ggas know I done it, now there's rumors they want my head
Got my Russian b_tch sleeping with me right in the bed
My n_ggas killing about this sh_t, for realling about this sh_t
F_ck around and get a hundred years, dawg, for about this sh_t
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