Rick Ross - We Shinin` Lyrics:
I keep pimpin` to get into bitch panties
I keep spittin`, the critics cannot compare me
They put it simple, I am Mr. Miami
And my lil` pistol will flip over ya over [Incomprehensible]

We the best at best you doin` failing
Straight finesse, that`s the way ballet
That`s from sunset we rippin` up Cali
F**k the chips I dip ni**a gamin`

Now I`m runnin` from the ghetto bird
I got food on my stomach from the ghetto birds
All I use are my ghetto words
I`m the mayor in the hood on the ghetto terms

I`ma get money, I`ma flash dough
Unique whips will cash grow
I`ma keep pimpin` to get into bitch panties
Dead presidents are runnin` my family

Every dollar I get keeps me stuntin`
Kanye and these hoes tellin` me nothin`
I`ma keep pimpin` to get into bitch panties
I put a hit on a ni**a head you say me

Every dollar I get keeps me shinin`
I spend a million dollars ni**a just in diamonds
I done f**ked every dime up in diamonds
This for them D-boys gettin` money shinin`

Am I talkin` for police because I puff weed?
`Lotta artists some recorded as a Puffy
Like a pimp I`ma skip, past the pimp quarter
Like a pimp order, pimp I import her

Every dime you give a note that`s a pimp quarter
`Cuz every time she deliver like a pimp taught her
She ain`t married to the game just a pimp daughter
Every Benz that I gain I get the limb harder

What the f**k you ni**as know about loyalty?
Huh `cuz ni**a you the fuss
Tell `em what I said, like I really give a f**k
And that big foot hoe needed the hood

Derrick Henderson still sellin` his car
Smelled his ass, no Ross just bought another garage
Yeah, yeah, they wanna be the boss
But bitch ni**az get twist in the cross, I`m the best

Every dollar I get keeps me stuntin`
Kanye and these hoes tellin` me nothin`
I`ma keep pimpin` to get into bitch panties
I put a hit on a ni**a head you say me

Every dollar I get keeps me shinin`
I spend a million dollars ni**a just in diamonds
I done f**ked every dime up in diamonds
This for them D-boys gettin` money shinin`

Thinkin` `bout my bitch Kandice
Kandice was also romantic
Club grave, yeah I had cha both
While I made lil` Crissy roll up my smoke

Boss, I need more champagne
Limme near piece, ni**az know my chain
Yeah, I`m a millionaire you wanna hold my chain?
You could get a lil` pussy, ni**a hold my name

Ross, yeah, I go a long way
Well paid, baby girl, let the song play
I`m lookin` for the next top model
Gimme head on Youtube and then pop bottles

Every dollar I get keeps me stuntin`
Kanye and these hoes tellin` me nothin`
I`ma keep pimpin` to get into bitch panties
I put a hit on a ni**a head you say me

Every dollar I get keeps me shinin`
I spend a million dollars ni**a just in diamonds
I done f**ked every dime up in diamonds
This for them D-boys gettin` money shinin`

Shinin`, you feel me
Shout out to that hole motherf**kin` 3 0 5 M.I.Yayo
Maybach Music, ni**a, I am the CEO and we are sucka free, ni**a
Ya ni**az, yeah, we used to pay ya charge and car notes, ni**a

We showed ya ni**az love ya feel me
But know it`s time to stand on ya own two feet, ni**a
It`s like I fronted you a bird and you came back with two ounces, ni**a
The f**k you think this is, this triple C, ni**a
Yeah, like I said, baby, I got ten keys on my wrist
So have you the D.E.A. tell `em that, boss

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