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Rick Ross - Quintessential Lyrics

Quintessential Song Lyrics
Quintessential by Rick Ross [Verse 1: Rick Ross]
My paint wet, my b**ch bad
Straight mastermind, yo' rich ass
My cup full, full of that pink sh*t
So shut your f**kin' mouth, f**k all that weak sh*t
This Double M-G sh*t, Double M-G sh*t
She f**k my whole squad, she Double M-G b**ch
Just got that G-Wagon, I'm just so innovative
We came for the money bags, so f**k your invitations
This calls for a celebration, Bel-Air celebration
60 hoes in the basement, nigga covered all the bases
Jabbar gave me a quarter, I sold it on the 1st
I took it to my mama, "here go get what you deserve"
Mob ties, Genovese
Money trains, centerpiece
We started at the bottom, until I got a bird
I pull that pussy card, that was all ya heard
Haan, haan, haan
[Hook: Snoop Dogg & Rick Ross]
My whole life been based on that pimp sh*t
Haan
No movie, just money, real pimp sh*t
Haan
More cities, more b**ches, real slick sh*t
Haan
My Maybach it matches my outfit
That pimp sh*t
[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
Keeping my tool, this sh*t so cool
Rule number one, ain't no rule
Swallow my lines, follow my grind
Rich white b**ch with a bottle of wine
Word to the wise, word to mine
Bird a fly, certified, murder eye, dirty die
Never had black but she heard of my
D-O-Dub, I done it all, 20 years I bang a ball
'91 I had a Lexus nigga
Ate seafood for breakfast nigga
Caught a few cases in Texas nigga
Do kushups 'til my chest get bigger
I press a nigga 'til I get it all
Real sh*t b**ch I really do ball
I am the west to y'all
Taught y'all how to invest in ball
Best of all, took it on a chest for y'all
That's why I get more than the rest of y'all
It's bad enough I entertain
Add it up, gang bang
Gat 'em up, slang cane
Bag it up, same thang



[Hook]
[Outro: Snoop Dogg & Rick Ross]
Titty one, titty two
Haan
See these are essentials, essentially speaking quintessentials
Haan
I bang it all, I dust it all, I smoke with all my dawgs
I bang it all, I dust it all, I smoke with all my dawgs
My paint wet, my feet chrome
f**k boys hey, but they sing along
The real niggas admire
Success makes you inspire
Nigga came from the jets, I just hired a pilot
b**ches feeding me fruit