All My Rolls Royces Got a Different Body Lyrics

Song Details: All My Rolls Royces Got a Different Body Lyrics by Coco O., Boi-1da, Robin Hannibal, Rick Ross & Drake. The song name is LEMON PEPPER FREESTYLE sung by Drake

All My Rolls Royces Got a Different Body Lyrics

[Rick Ross]
Tryin’, tryin’, tryin’, tryin’
I pray these n—-s understand how passionate the tale is
To get you under my pressure
Richer
I been tryin’, tryin’, tryin’, tryin’
To get you under my pressure
Yes, uh
Biggest, you feel me? (M-M-M-Maybach Music)

Godfather with a garden full of snakes
Call Porsche, time to give away a Wraith
Bricks boy, tryna turn ’em into bass
Big boy, I been tryin’ by the Braves
Court room soundin’ like I’m in the opera
Went and got it, now these n—-s wanna knock us
Btches fallin’ ’cause they need a couple dollars But it ain’t a problem ’cause a n—-s really got it Fat boy, rich n—-s, with a appetite Count monеy all night under the candlelight Spinnin’ vinyl, Tеddy P, or is it Lionel? Not a model, but I know I been your idol Big bank, sparkin’ weed without a lighter On fire ’cause I’m just a different writer Practicin’ social distance with all these snitch niggas Guess he jealous ’cause I had his favorite btch with us
Big bucks, steppin’ outta big trucks
Steppin’ on my feet, it’ll get you fcked up Got the squad with me and all they did was gimme love Foot Locker, twenty deep, a n—- spend a dub G-Wagen for my btch, that girl go live it up
Death row, that’s for these n—-s, I’ma hit ’em up
Makaveli, it’s All Eyez on Me
Pinkie rings, it’s still M-O-B (M-M-M-Maybach Music)
[Break]
I been tryin’, tryin’, tryin’, tryin’
To get you under my pressure
I been tryin’, tryin’, tryin’, tryin’
To get you under my pressure
Tryin’, tryin’, tryin’, tryin’

[Drake]
Yeah, heart just turned purple
Three-sixty up front, it all comes full circle
Class photographs, Sandy had me on my Urkel
(I been tryin’, tryin’, tryin’, tryin’)
Patty Mahomes ’bout to fall short a couple hunnid
Signed, sealed, delivered, I fcked the notary public She witnessed me sign off on some undeniable numbers (I been tryin’, tryin’, tryin’, tryin’) Yeah, make a set sailin’ Croatia to get a leverage Groundskeepers cuttin’ the grass and clippin’ the hedges I took two mill’ out the cage down in the desert Matthew Maddox called in the pit boss, double checkin’ “The number’s all good, just pay me, I’m at the Rondo” Real life, the whole fam’ goons like Ralo One truck in front of me, one behind me to follow Lemme get a lemon pepper order, please You gotta have the link before you order these Dockin’ jet skis in the Florida Keys We all grateful for Weezy, but no one more than me You just found a bottle with the messages These days, fame is disconnected from excellence Half the time, I gotta ask n—-s what they profession is Ushered a generation in, these is where my confessions live (I been tryin’, tryin’, tryin’, tryin’) I did brunch with the judge we appearin’ before Private villas only, I don’t go near a resort We want everything galore, not just Lira Galore (I been tryin’, tryin’, tryin’, tryin’) For real, and my city love me like DeMar DeRozan I sent her the child support, she sent me the heart emoji They all say they love me, but they hardly know me (I been tryin’, tryin’, tryin’, tryin’) Yeah, dropped him off at school, big day for my lil’ man Recess hits, daddy prolly made another M School bell rings and I’m out there to get him again (I been tryin’, tryin’, tryin’, tryin’) Yeah, teacher-parent meetings, wives get googly-eyed Regardless of what they husbands do to provide Askin’ if I know Beyoncé and Nicki Minaj (I been tryin’, tryin’, tryin’, tryin’) Of course, pull up to the front in the fleet of Suburbans Flooded French Immersion with the Secret Service Shit is so obvious, it defeats the purpose If this is your hobby, then come and meet your maker Champagne, ring bells in the streets of Jamaica Started at the crib, look how far this shit’ll take ya Ross sittin’ on two hunnid thirty-five acres (I been tryin’, tryin’, tryin’, tryin’) And that’s facts, Hamdah Mohammed like my third cousin (Facts) Manzoor Mohammed like my real brother (Facts) Dubai embrace me like a Emirati (Facts) All my Rolls Royces got a different body (Facts) Mansory, kitted out with every option (Facts) Lemme know if that’s a problem (I been tryin’, tryin’, tryin’, tryin’) If you got a problem with me, gotta walk around it Used to say I had ‘fore I got it, now I got it all And bein’ honest, I don’t really wanna talk about it And if I didn’t have it, wouldn’t wanna sulk about it I had it so long, I don’t even celebrate it Negative thoughts don’t even enter my inner matrix ‘Magine me still rappin’ ’bout if I never made it (I been tryin’, tryin’, tryin’, tryin’) Damn, not too many parallels left in our lives I mean, my crib look bigger through my son’s eyes And the squad look bigger to the young guys And my dck feel better when you drunk, right?
Spend nighttime starin’ at the sunrise
And my diamonds all hittin’ like tie-dye
Air Canada Centre n—-s when I die
Y’all gon’ have to fly in and do your fake cry
First couple rows, you gon’ see the real guys
The ones that purchase they vehicles ’cause their trunk size
The ones that look at other rappers like it’s lunch time
Watch on my wrist never showed me crunch time
‘Cause I ain’t never let it come to that one time
To be real, man, I never did one crime
But none of my brothers could caption that line
At all, kill me, that’s talent God wasted
Instant noodles, sriracha, I still taste it
When mama was too tired to cook and we had the basics
Instant noodles, sriracha, I still taste it
Now it’s a movie, I’m back at Bellag’, wasted
n—-s love tryna put my back where the walls facin’
Big body frames, wasn’t into car racin’
Me and Chubbs drive by, shorty heart racin’
I always end up droppin’ the top when it starts rainin’
Livin’ in the 6, eight weeks, sun blazin’
After that, the killers just go into hibernation
(I been tryin’, tryin’, tryin’, tryin’)
Damn, rest in peace Dolla Bill
How I get a girl and girls still wanna holla still?
How I’m so famous, gotta live where they hide the hills?
(I been tryin’, tryin’, tryin’, tryin’)
Everybody that survive got survivor’s guilt
My label gotta prove they love me, gotta wire mills
My boy kitchen’s done, lookin’ like a flour mill
You n—-s’ faces lookin’ like you drink sour milk
And your albums like some mothaf*ckin’ fire drills
It’s like this shit feels real, but it’s never real (Yeah)

I been tryin’, tryin’, tryin’, tryin’
To get you under my pressure
I been tryin’, tryin’, tryin’, tryin’
To get you under my pressure

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