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Artist/Band: Rick Ross
Lyrics for Song: Dinnertime
Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - Rick Ross



[Lil Wayne:]

I think we got a problem

Yeahh...



[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

Big money in this bitch if you didn't knew.

Big business minus the business suit.

Even I look in the mirror like is it you,

And I say I must be the hottest if it isnt you.

Stay fresh from my top to my tennis shoes.

New coop, no top, big tennis shoes.

Never slipped, not even on the side of a swimming pool.

We don't get rid of Q,

We get rid of fools.

They said I couldn't play football I was too small.

Yhey say I could'ntplay basketball I wasn't tall.

They say I could'ntplay baseball at all.

And now everyday of my life I ball.

And they say it ain't raining until someone assassinate,

And I feel like MLK

Yeah... I have a dream to be your worst nightmare,

And now meet the boss of the cartel.



[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

I'm a seven-nine satan, sitting on Lorenzzes.

And I seem really patient, picture the equation.

People taking pictures and they really getting fragrant.

Flags down my spaceship, sergeant searching for a fragrance.

Yayo, Yayo, he wanna sniff the yayo, flying saucer on the hasa

In the casa just to lay-low.

Make more (money man) that the model for the mob,

Need a blowjob my model, get a model for the job.

Go hard, no job, hustler, no prob, poster,

Nigga what finger fuck you whole squad.

Forty around spending doe, flipping for my?

Let you raid tax on them packs if you didn't know

Bought a new crib, niggas feeling like I hid.

3.2 but I just did it for the kids.

More guns than a pawn shop,

Got my whole arm rocked.

Keep the 760 double parked in the wrong spot.



Still huustling...

BOSSS



[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

Yeah... You gotta pay for this,

I remember when I used to pray for this.

This, this is classic,

So this shit you might never see again.

And we taxin, you don't want it nigga leave it then,

And we taxin, you don't want it nigga leave it then.

And we ain't trying to see the pen,



Like a needle in a hay stack we ain't trying to see the pen.

This is a luxury tax.



[Verse 3: Young Jeezy]

(I don't ask them baby I just tax em baby)

(Let's go)

Yeah imagine this,

No imagine that.

Gave me my sack like, goodluck getting back.

(Yeah...)

I'm like how the fuck I'm gonna get outta there.

And if I'm not careful,

Leave em the same place they find him there.

And I'm a winner if I make it cross the finish line,

Putting food on the table like it's dinner time.

And this is what you call stereotyping about?

Can you tell me my your dog keep sniffing my car?

Huh? Got the audacity to call me a liar.

So what you got in your trunk?

Oh, just a spare tire.

You niggas talked blow,

While I sold mine.

Like a bad crape, it's locking up in no time.

More time in the kitchen then I spent in the studio,

Case paradise and I ain't talking about Coolio.

Can't lie, still addicted to the odor

Got a ice cold Pepsi,

But still thinking Coke-Cola.



Hahaha...



[Chorus: Lil Wayne]



[Verse 4: Trick Daddy]

I'm up early in the morning, and I'm dressed in black.

Hold on, every morning I get dressed in black.

While your half ass looking at my pants sagging,

I'm getting money, and my swagging and black flagging.

Million dollar status, fully automatic.

Heavy on the? and even harder on the women.

If it wasn't for reverend,

I probably would pimpin and shit.

Pops, my papai, has already hear me.

Tied trapping, shit sent me to prison,

Got mad and went to savage so homicide came to visit.

I smell gun powder,

So you got one hour to come up with every damn dollar,

Or your dun-dolla.

It cost a ball dogg,

Especially when the players on your team,

Consider you as the ball hog.

You treat me like Shaq,

And you Kobe but I didn't say you owe me nigga.

But act like you know me nigga.


Album Lyrics: Other Songs - Rick Ross


Rick Ross
"Other Songs - Rick Ross"


1. now That I'm Paid
2. swagger Right (Remix)
3. 100 Black Coffins
4. 100 Million
5. 9 Piece
6. Albert Pujols
7. All Birds
8. Always Strapped (Remix) 2
9. America's Most Wanted
13. Beam Me Up
14. Big Bank
15. Big Metch
18. Black Man's Dream
20. Body To Body Remix
22. Bricks
24. Bury Me A G
25. Chevy Anthem
26. Chevy Ridin High
28. Cigar Music
29. Cry
30. Curtain Call
31. Deeper Than Rap
33. Dinnertime
34. Do Sumthin Strange
36. Dont Panic
39. Duffle Bag Boy (Remix)
42. Errrday
43. Even Deeper
44. Everyday Im Hustlin'
45. Faded
48. Finals
50. Fly Together
51. Freeze Me Remix
52. Fuck With Your Shoes On
53. Funkmaster Flex
55. Give It To 'em
59. Hard In The Paint
62. Hello Good Morning
63. High Definition
64. Hippy Girl
65. Holy Ghost
67. Hustlin' (Street Mix)
69. I Like Him
70. I Love My Bitches
71. I Sing About You
72. I Still Wanna
75. I'm Fresh
76. In Da Box
79. Jockin Jaz Z
81. Keys To The Club
82. Last Breath
83. Live Your Life Remix
84. London Comes Alive
85. Looking For Love
86. Looking For My Own Lone Ranger
88. Made Men
89. Make It Rain Remix
91. Maybe She Will
93. Mickey D's
99. Na Wut
102. New Bugatti
104. No Church In The Wild
105. Northern Soul
109. Pacman
110. Pandemonium
111. Paper
112. Perfectionist
113. Pill Poppin Animal
114. Play Your Part
115. Pledge To The Swag
116. Power
117. Private Entertainer
119. Pullin' On Her Hair
121. Quiet Storm
122. Real Niggaz
124. Realist Livin
125. Reebok Back
126. Retrosuperfuture
127. Rick Ross – Same Damn Time (Remix) Lyrics Featuring: Gunplay, Meek Mil
127. Ring Ring
127. Robin Thicke
127. Rodeo Boy
127. Same Damn Time (Remix)
127. She Crazy
127. Shot Caller
127. Shot To The Heart (Duck Season)
127. Shot To The Heart (Remix)
127. Something's Goin' On
127. Southern Gangsters
127. Speedin' (Remix)
127. Speeding
127. Spend It
127. Stay Schemin
127. Street Money
127. Strptease
127. Talk That Talk (Remix)
127. Tats On My Arm
127. The Boss
127. The Transporter
127. Tick Of Time
127. Trap Boomin
127. Trilla Intro
127. Veteran's Day
127. What Goes Around (Remix)
127. Work
127. Yacht Club Remix
127. You Should Have Killed Me
127. You The Boss
127. You're Everything
127. Your Love Remix