Rick Ross

Rick Ross

I Think She Like Me
Composição de (Thomas Randolph Bell/Linda Epstein/Tyrone Griffin/Darwin Quinn/William Roberts)
verse 1: Rick Ross 
F#m 
Layin' in my bed, I'm under these gold chandeliers 
F#m 
Can't say too many names in here these kinda years 
F#m 
Nice sweaters and these icy diamonds on my wrist 
Bm                      Cm 
Ice Cube lookin' nigga, you know life a bitch 
F#m 
I once got no allowance, now I got the crown 
F#m 
I said I was The Boss, nobody made a sound 
F#m 
Really had to see them things, this level story tellin' 
Bm                        Cm 
Who else could flip a Chorus into 40 million? 
F#m 
Out in Cannes with Leonardo DiCaprio 
F#m 
While out on bond, pray I go to trial rapido 
F#m 
8 felonies, tellin' me wanna give me life 
Bm                       Cm 
Every nut I bust really, I gotta do it twice 
F#m 
Ricky Ronaldo, really when I'm in Portugal 
F#m 
I pull a yacht out, this weekend, I'm fuckin' so and so 
F#m 
Cameras flash, paparazzi layin' in the grass 
Bm                          Cm   
Tom Brady my new neighbor, you can tell 'em that 

Hook: Ty Dolla $ign 
F#m 
Uh, I think she like me 
F#m 
Oh, I think she like me 
F#m 
I know her nigga don't like me 
Bm                           Cm 
With your bitch right now? Yeah, I might be 
F#m 
Sippin' this right now? Yeah, we might be (Ooh, ooh) 
F#m 
Might hit her from the back, let her ride me (Ooh, ooh) 
F#m 
Girl, you never meet another nigga like me (Ooh, ooh) 
Bm                             Cm 
Girl, you never meet another man like me 

verse 2: Rick Ross 
F#m 
I'm sexin' women, out on Fisher Isle 
F#m 
I gas her up and let her lick me down 
F#m 
I may name my daughter Hermes 
Bm                      Cm 
Get Margiela to decorate the new birds nest 
F# 
20 million up in Merrill Lynch 
F#m 
I met his chick, he haven't seen her since 
F#m 
Through the city, I'm still floatin' like a magic carpet 
Bm                        Cm 
She stop me for a selfie, I just want the knowledge 
F#m 
Expressin' what you think'll send your kids to college 
F#m 
Or be a Geechi nigga just to keep the Bentley polished 
F#m 
Do it for the dear departed, fuck a Ben Carson 
Bm                      Cm 
Empire rented, you made a nigga a target 
F#m 
Only one that's smokin' up in Goldman Sachs 
F#m 
When I'm the only one that's rollin' like a quarter back 
F#m 
And I never put it in my government 
Bm                       Cm 
'Cause I never put on for the government 

Hook: Ty Dolla $ign 
F#m 
Uh, I think she like me 
F#m 
Oh, I think she like me 
F#m 
I know her nigga don't like me 
Bm                           Cm 
With your bitch right now? Yeah, I might be 
F#m 
Sippin' this right now? Yeah, we might be (Ooh, ooh) 
F#m 
Might hit her from the back, let her ride me (Ooh, ooh) 
F#m 
Girl, you never meet another nigga like me (Ooh, ooh) 
Bm                             Cm 
Girl, you never meet another man like me 

verse 3: Rick Ross 
F#m 
You caught the case, you gotta post a bond 
F#m 
I'm Rayful Edmund mixed with young Wale Folarin 
F#m 
Starin' in my safe, I'm rather safe than sorry 
Bm                       Cm 
Diddy, Jigga? only two niggas comin' for me 
F#m 
I park the Caddy in my livin' room 
F#m 
Pussy niggas lookin' for me, I'ma give it to 'em 
F#m  
Santorini, Greece, sex in the swimmin' pool 
Bm                      Cm 
If her pussy dry, call her Beetle Juice 
F#m 
I'm baby makin' in the Malvides 
F#m 
Put up all the yachts, pulled out the jet skis 
F#m 
Khaled hit me on the FaceTime It's Billy! 
Bm                     Cm 
I'm the fliest nigga on his baseline 
F#m 
She see the sneakers and she see the stones 
F#m 
Fat boy run the city, seated in the throne 
F#m 
I'm cashin' in like the Kardashians 
Bm                      Cm 
My paralyzed homie snuck a ratchet in 

Hook: Ty Dolla $ign 
F#m 
Uh, I think she like me 
F#m 
Oh, I think she like me 
F#m 
I know her nigga don't like me 
Bm                           Cm 
With your bitch right now? Yeah, I might be 
F#m 
Sippin' this right now? Yeah, we might be (Ooh, ooh) 
F#m 
Might hit her from the back, let her ride me (Ooh, ooh) 
F#m 
Girl, you never meet another nigga like me (Ooh, ooh) 
Bm                             Cm 
Girl, you never meet another man like me

Enviado por: Felipe Firpo

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