Rick Ross - Geechi Liberace

Geechi Liberace Lyrics

[Intro]

Geechi Liberace, rings on every finger

In the south with the AC set at 69 at all times



[Verse 1]

I fell asleep with the Rollie on

A young Michael Corleone

Custom made suits and designer shoes

Takes two hours to go through my shoes

Ex slave, proud field nigga

Next Trayvon Martin, Emmitt Till nigga

My nappy hair, who say that life is fair

My family mean the world although I'm never there

These days nothing makes sense

Sad, seeing all these G's on this fake shit

Text a nigga phone, avoiding my calls

Only thing you got is your word and your balls

Get up on my level you say you a boss

Everybody seen it we know that you're soft

Heard you went and got a lawyer, you niggas is lost

If they say I'm not the biggest? you tell them they false

I'm out in Vegas and I'm tricking off

Out in L.A. Freeway Ricky Ross

Testified on over forty dudes

I seen the documents, I'm who he wanna sue

He testifies for a state allowance

Then does a blog like your favorite coward

Down to roll, I might enroll and graduate from Howard

I love to roll and marinate just enjoy the sour

Or another hooligan at U of M

Bitches on the honor roll? I need me two of them

When it comes to chicks I need a few of them

Had a set of twins, now I got me two of them !!



[Hook]

Sit the marbles statues on the glass floors

Glass slippers, no cracks for the Task Force

Every mil I count? my Momma screaming "yes Lord!"

Geeci ring on every finger at the chess board



[Verse 2]

I fell asleep half naked

I woke up to a sexy Jamaican

Penthouse suite fifty ninth floor

The other fifty eight were totally vacant

True wealth, in seek of this true wealth

True wealth, in seek of this true wealth

I once made love to a princess

For security reasons lets call her Empress

I'm well groomed ready for the throne

...I learned that petty wars can take a toll

Holy Ghost reading through the book of Job

Overdose, pleading for my pot of gold

Smoking dope, hoping that I don't explode

Try to open up my mind, I got a hundred hoes

Brain, all I want is the brain

I'ma give my son the game, tell him "stay away from fame"

I'm just tryna be a better boy

Every year they say I'm selling more

Look at the bitches that you settle for

This the yacht club, leave them on the paddle board

True G, Geechi Liberace

In the three piece, suede black Versace

We could take over the world

We could take over the world



[Hook]

Sit the marbles statues on the glass floors

Glass slippers, no cracks for the Task Force

Every mil I count ? my Momma screaming yes Lord!

Geechi ring on every finger at the chess board

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