Rick Ross, Lil Wayne, Trae Tha Truth - Inkredible lyrics

Rick Ross Lil Wayne

Rick Ross [William Leonard Roberts II] Clarksdale, Mississippi, U.S. 🇺🇸

Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸

[Rick Ross, Lil Wayne, Trae Tha Truth - Inkredible lyrics]

IIIIIncredible (Incredible, incredible, incredible)

Tha Truth back, let's get to business
It's something unfamiliar
Call it a foreign image
Paint heavily leaking
I guess it wasn't finished
Riding with something freaky
They tell me she the business
The chain clear, stones never cloudy
Sixty racks or better, nigga ask about me
Certified gangsta, bitch don't ever doubt me
Welcome to the streets
You can't get in without me
I'm presidential
Obama painted the fo's black
Chopper in the Chevy, top rolled back
My life a motion picture
Bitch I ain't gotta act
I send 'em to your section, nigga hold that
It's raining scattered bullets


Too late to run for cover
I drain 'em like Kobe then
I evacuate to the gutta
On somethin' that's pokey with looks and
A trunk that like to stutter
I rank as the king of the city
It ain't gon be another

Incredible (Incredible, incredible, incredible)

Uh, I'm sending shots, it's happy hour
I shoot from close range, I'ma need a shower
Brains in the sink, body on the counter
Women and the kids, leave em how I found em
I'm a real nigga, stand still nigga
I'll cut your face
Have you lookin like Seal nigga
Then I pull your card, then I deal with you
Gamble with your life
Is this your lucky night?
My bitch so fucking right
Every night I fuck her twice
Big boy money bitch, pockets on Charlie Wise
Tatted up, I'm scarred for life
Tell the cops I know all my rights
Got choppers, I don't mean Harley bikes
Drop 'em like a bag of ice
Shades dark, flag bright, wallet chain
Chrome horse hair to the fucking back
Call that shit Rosa Parks
Dr carter, man I gave hip-hop open heart
Young Money baby aka Noah's Ark

Incredible (Incredible, incredible, incredible)
Hahaha, and I'm Noah, hahaha
Young Mula baby!

My money long, my temper short
My cars foreign, my dick a boss
The guns new, the beef old
It's time to come through, like never before
Liquid C4, look at me ho
Look into my eyes, do you see a CO?
I'm talking kilo's, time to reload
Map fout ou deyo – "Shut
The fuck up" in Creole
Bitch I'm paid up, get ya weight up
Peel the top back, reel the shades up
I got them automatics so
You know I'm automatic
All my auto's automatic
You know that's automatic
What you niggas want to see? Don't
Get caught in the street
I got G's that'll wait for a quarter key
(Nigga) i'm living nigga
(Nigga) fuck the critics nigga (Fuck em)
Shit is serious nigga
(Serious) you hear the lyrics nigga (Ricky)

Incredible (Incredible, incredible, incredible)
Incredible (Incredible, incredible, incredible)

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