Lyrics Peace Sign - Rick Ross

Hey girl, lemme tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fucking
Hey girl, lemme tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fucking
Lay you on your back, got your legs in the air like a peace sign
Lay you on your back, got your legs wide open like a peace sign
We can make it nasty, I know you love to get nasty
I be counting this money
You can get freaky while I'm rolling my Cali

Fornication in the FountainBlu
4 or 5 of them bitches couldn't amount to you
I could spend it all than spend a night with you
But I got too much of it, I'm just a flight away
She a baller, we both shopping for the same brands
Bail hard but they call up 'bout our first name
I'ma change the bitch last name
Don't wanna hear stories about your last lane
We sippin' syrup in the fast lane
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Hey girl, lemme tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fucking
Hey girl, lemme tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fucking
Lay you on your back, got your legs in the air like a peace sign
Lay you on your back, got your legs wide open like a peace sign
We can make it nasty, I know you love to get nasty
I be counting this money
You can get freaky while I'm rolling my Cali

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Hey girl, lemme tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fucking
Hey girl, lemme tell you a little story 'bout this thing called fucking
Lay you on your back, got your legs in the air like a peace sign
Lay you on your back, got your legs wide open like a peace sign
We can make it nasty, I know you love to get nasty
I be counting this money
You can get freaky while I'm rolling my Cali