, la Just take off your clothes and just lay back All you gotta do is just lay back Would you do this for me, baby? Just lay back, lay back (Boss) La
off ya clothes and just lay back all you got to do is just lay back wouldd you do this for me baby just lay back lay back(Boss)lalalalaaa [Rick Ross
Vertaling: Rick Ross. Lay Back.
off ya clothes and just lay back all you got to do is just lay back wouldd you do this for me baby just lay back lay back(Boss)lalalalaaa [Rick Ross:]
positions [Meek Mill] Ross can be the quarter back, I'ma run his quarter back Feds try to intercept a n-gger like a quarter back Make a n-gger pay a
ooh aahs then I gotta catch my plane Say ya miss me and ya wishing for some private time Girl how could we get that way? [Rick Ross - Verse 3] Got on
m hustlin? like Rick Ross, ha I'm so clean, I like to make my shoulder lean Like Young Dro, my Rover lookin? like po'k & beans, wow I'll lay you down, lay
it back home to you Because I ride, or die, girl we going to be good And if you ride, or die, we going to make it out this hood [Verse 2 - Rick Ross]
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
been sipping drank by the pint since way back We been candy paint on them 4s since they made that Hop up in my fly ride watch the top lay back Rather
It's my time, Rick Ross It's my time (Finna' lay back on this *** man) (Dade County dope boy) I'm not a slim thug, I'm a fat mack I don't give a f***,
(feat. Ebonylove) [Girl: Talkin] Dis for the trill xxxxxxx xxxx a nigga money make me come Boss u betta tell em [Rick Ross:] I need a real xxxxx 365
aint seen the last of me, turn your back on me But you'll regret it, that's right you messed up homie You should've killed me. [Rick Ross:] Why ya hatin
off ya clothes and just lay back all you got to do is just lay back wouldd you do this for me baby just lay back lay back (Boss)lalalalaaa [Rick Ross
YEAHH) You know I keep the mossburg pump on the lap (HA-HAW) [Imitates Rick Ross:] Ross Niggas better back up I ain't even help so he call me for back up (back
(feat. Rick Ross) [Talking: Trina] Yeah, that's that real shit, feel me (feel me) Lay back Maybach, ugh [Chorus:] Up in this pussy feel better than
