Rick Ross - Monkey Suit lyrics

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Rick Ross - Monkey Suit lyrics

Once I’m on they a** now, I picked up that poetry Remaster my old flows, [?] he notice me Monkey on my back, I ain’t no pillow but they temptin’ me Ask me how I feel, n***a, f** you with parenthesis He told me never to let these bustas beat me mentally I stay on my gangsta, guess I get whatever meant for me Pop a gunshot, ring out, n***a, it sound like a symphony Get your block and tear it up, game ain’t built no sympathy, uh Ain’t no n***a get your bread and fall in love with b**hes Real n***as go to court and f** with double digits If we out park ‘cross the street with all these f**in’ pictures 64 with all these f**in’ switchers I bet they profile ya, they pulled you over, police f**in’ with you Give it to ’em at the streets, say they f**in’ missed ’em We body Benzes for my b**h and my f**in’ sister Screamin’, “Block money,” then it’s f** the system In my city when you hot, gotta keep a f**in’ pistol Homebase puts a n***as hatin’ from a distance Block stars, every n***a bangin’, been official I’m ’bout to blow up on ’em like a pistol ‘Bout to jump out in that monkey suit, that monkey suit Act bananas, that what monkeys do, what monkeys do You get stupid, we get funky too, get funky too ‘Bout to jump out in that monkey suit, that monkey suit n***a, pull up in that black van, n***a, I ain’t lyin’ Jump out in that monkey suit, n***a, I ain’t lyin’ I pull up in that black van, n***a, I ain’t lyin’ Jump out in that monkey suit, n***a, I ain’t lyin’ ‘Bout to jump out in that monkey suit, that monkey suit Act bananas, that what monkeys do, what monkeys do You get stupid, we get funky too, get funky too ‘Bout to jump out in that monkey suit, that monkey suit Ayy, [?] let ’em off the dome like they Mr. President Police strapped up in my hood k**in’ all the residents Back them up from out my hood ’cause their flag was the federate First they give it to us then they lock us up for 70 You say we equal, that’s an insult to my intelligence Mama raised her kids up while papa locked up in the cell again They take fathers out the house and stop proper development (They take fathers out the house and stop proper development) f** you, why you yellin’? This that slave ship, n***as sellin’ it Crooked crook could show you where the felon is, roll up, we in heaven Young black kings, just look at my melanin Can’t get no jobs ’cause I got too much felonies ‘Bout to jump out in that monkey suit, that monkey suit Act bananas, that what monkeys do, what monkeys do You get stupid, we get funky too, get funky too ‘Bout to jump out in that monkey suit, that monkey suit n***a, pull up in that black van, n***a, I ain’t lyin’ Jump out in that monkey suit, n***a, I ain’t lyin’ I pull up in that black van, n***a, I ain’t lyin’ Jump out in that monkey suit, n***a, I ain’t lyin’ ‘Bout to jump out in that monkey suit, that monkey suit Act bananas, that what monkeys do, what monkeys do You get stupid, we get funky too, get funky too ‘Bout to jump out in that monkey suit, that monkey suit I be talkin’ more money than these n***as used to Heron on the block, jump out, call my n***as juice crew Hit ’em up on 17, let me out on duce duce Walk up on the devil inside and knock his tooth loose Used to run it in the flea market for silk shirts Somehow I’m the one that always hit the lick first Hit a n***a for me, you be reimbursed And it’s vice versa if I see him first Bookin’ b**hes, the baddest ones get in my memoir Still out on bond, in 90 days, I bought 10 cars f** who hatin’ if it’s a war, well they can get involved Bought a mansion out on the water, money in the walls, boss ‘Bout to jump out in that monkey suit, that monkey suit Act bananas, that what monkeys do, what monkeys do You get stupid, we get funky too, get funky too ‘Bout to jump out in that monkey suit, that monkey suit n***a, pull up in that black van, n***a, I ain’t lyin’ Jump out in that monkey suit, n***a, I ain’t lyin’ I pull up in that black van, n***a, I ain’t lyin’ Jump out in that monkey suit, n***a, I ain’t lyin’ ‘Bout to jump out in that monkey suit, that monkey suit Act bananas, that what monkeys do, what monkeys do You get stupid, we get funky too, get funky too ‘Bout to jump out in that monkey suit, that monkey suit

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