เพลง Turnpike Ike (Explicit)

Song: Turnpike Ike

Artist: Rick Ross

Rick Ross：

I told her that she can't f**k me like a king no more

I told her she gotta m******e to me like I'm a emperor a emperor

Man I done got money everywhere n***a but particularly that Turnpike south

It's really a blessing to a young n***a like Renzel

Rick Ross：

Indictment on the way I'll say that on the case

When you get your first kilo it should be on your face

N***a movin' like the mob hundred thousand franks

Dry land when you wanna be out on the lake

Swish

Determined to be one of the fortunate men

B***hes come from everywhere once the hustlin' commence

I see you prayin' testifying forgotten the time

Bottom line your cars should get shot up like it were mine

20 round but the voodoo let no humbie allowed

Mafutu they'll all know the spirit when I'll be aroused

Made it to star island started with a nickel rock

Who thought a project n***a get to get a yacht

Two million dollars cash in the Range Rover

Opa-Locka airport let's get the plane loaded

I put it on the turnpike

Gold rims whip real blue bills duckin' the termites

Rick Ross/Female Vocal：

I'ma let one of my bad b***hes tell y'all how much paper I got

Baby what we living like

Twenty houses

What else

Fifty cars

Yeah what that make you feel like

Priceless baby

Huh you live for me

Everyday

You would die for me

Right now

Huh Double MG

Rick Ross：

Turnpike real earner Ted Turner

Me

Whip it in the kitchen that boy was a fast learner

Tryna live it up two millions tucked in that new Bentley truck

Ain't too many I can trust so shooters is a must

I reminisce when it was hit or miss

I was innocent 'til I hit a lick

Seven figures on a n***a mamma couch

Don't want it here nobody talking 'bout their drought

I'm chilling in the yacht and my Mitchell & Ness

Stitches in my breaches fifty-seveness

Switchers you can smell 'em on the internet

Ain't beefing with nobody 'cause I'm killing it

I toss the pistol on the car chase

Wow

They walk into the church just like the boy Mase

Lord

I'm the man out in Barcelona

Boss

Got a couple of bad b***hes out in California

Rick Ross/Female Vocal：

Real language biggest

Tell these n***as some old s**t bae

Baby you're the biggest

Huh your fine a*s

The biggest boss you're my boss baby

How much money we gonna get

We gon' get all of it baby

Huh

We gon' take it all honey

Turnpike Ike

Huh

You're the biggest baby you're the boss

Rick Ross：

Go get a room I'd rather turn 'em I'm an

I'm making move with all my range you better call the cops

Second week and I just had to go buy me a drop

Slick remarks and I'm in county you licking the shot

Cold games I gotta step out on first

Gill green the way I capture the moment with words

City mine I keep the killers to fill up the church

Swear to God the quarter kilo won't get you a verse

Bring mine stay on time and that's where we resign

Meanwhile we'd be having such a meaningful time

Spiritual n***a baptize up in G5

With bad b***hes who's idols feel with Nicki Minaj

Rags to richest now I move with beautiful women

Newfound new beginning one day dada I grew to be winning

If you looking for me catch me on the turnpike

And when you see me I'ma show what this work like n***a

Rick Ross：

F**k you think this is Turnpike Ike n***a

Isaac Hicks rest in peace OG

Big Mike Michael Delancey

Free Michael Delancey

Kenneth Williams long live Black Bo

Carol city s**t n***a

Female vocal：

You're a thoughtful n***a boss

They won't ever be a boss as big as you baby

You're the biggest the bigges boss

You're the biggest the bigges boss

You're the boss you're the boss