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Rick Ross - Grandiose Lyrics

Grandiose Song Lyrics Grandiose by Rick Ross Hey, aye, two bad b**ches in the club tryna go up, just wanna go both ways
Aye, I gave lil' mama a dub, afraid that you know her, I will not say no names
Know that she came with y'all, she leaving with us, and nigga, that's okay
Okay, okay, okay
Nigga, that's okay

She know and it's fat, okay, she making it claps
I get to that paper, I'm spendin', I'm savin', as soon as I wake up, I'm makin' it back
She wanna f**k with me bad, I'm knowing it
I'm tryna make her relax, pull out that foreign you around me, it's over with
Give a f**k if you makin' it snap, walk right in the club, go straight to the back, gave shorty a dub, and they made her attack
One time, I f**ked her, I told her I love her, I woke up and text her, "I'm takin' it back"
Geez, I keep bad b**ches on they knees, they goin' savage if I say please
None of my b**ches is average, they tee'd, I'm getting yucked up in the back of the V
Mixed with the 12, spittin' out fire and giving them hell, these niggas be hating, my wrist is on water sh*t
I'm just surprised they ain't wishing me well
I had put a lil' Patek on shorty 'cause when I did time, she was sendin' me mail

Aye, two bad b**ches in the club tryna go up, just wanna go both ways
Aye, I gave lil' mama a dub, afraid that you know her, I will not say no names
Know that she came with y'all, she leaving with us, and nigga, that's okay

Bal Harbour with my drop top, laughin' niggas like, "Haha"
Rich niggas don't walk fast, we courtside, few high fives
Bad b**ch, low income, I fix that, then then some, my young boy be (Twenty-one)
Gotta big stick, might limp something, bad b**ch be dumbfound
Her friends wanna come around, black bottles, that's one round
In the night wit gun sounds, grandiose my repertoire
Car show, I set the bar, sidestep that fed charge
Free Slime, all red cars, grandiose, I define
Money pile be knee-high
Unannounced, we pop up, count six mill like three time
Unannounced, we pop, count six mill like three time
Money pile be knee-high, money pile be knee-high

Aye, two bad b**ches in the club tryna go up, just wanna go both ways
Aye, I gave lil' mama a dub, afraid that you know her, I will not say no names
Know that she came with y'all, she leaving with us, and nigga, that's okay
Nigga, that's okay

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