She On My Dick chords by Rick Ross

Intro: Rick Ross:
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Who at the door? Put the money up
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I'ma been done kilt one of these niggas 'round here, man
Who dat is? Uhhhhh

Verse 1: Rick Ross:
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I had to wet the donkey, get some pillow seats (huh)
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Pork n' bean projects is where the killers be (woo)
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Can't be talkin' all loud or niggas gettin' shot
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Homicide, died in the line of hip hop
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All my niggas out the scott snagged the quick slop (huh)
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Swear to God, I'ma die for this wristwatch
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Growin' up at risco, they called us piss poor
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Realest nigga in the city, let a bitch know (woo)
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Red bottoms, all white just to shoot dice (huh)
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Rick Brown leave ya, do it like I'm Big Mike (huh)
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Jabar home, goin' on his fifth Rolls Royce
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I drop the top and let him wave at the dope boys (woo)
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Fake golds, niggas front with these dracos (fuck 'em)
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Walk up on 'em with the forty and the case closed (woo)
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Double M the label with the most pesos (woo).
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I bought a condo and that bitch got eight floors (woo)

Hook: Rick Ross:
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She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
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Richest nigga in the city so she on my dick (boss, woo)
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It make sense, she on my dick (woo)
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Makin' moves in the city so she on my dick
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She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
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She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
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She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
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I'm makin' moves, she on my dick

Verse 2: Gucci Mane:
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I get a rush when I see these bitches watchin' me
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It's like a high when I see these bitches jockin' me
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She on my dick like she heard what I'm orderin'
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Drop top Mulsanne, it's just one of these
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She on my dick like she seen some' she shouldn't've seen
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Two hundred thou', one hundred's crammed in my Givenchy jeans
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And she just wanna make a scene, tryna join the team
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And I just wanna paint her face like it's Maybelline
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Bill Belichick, I just got another ring
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Bust another check and I just bought a new machine
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And like the Chargers I'm about to move the team
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You bought a Charger, well Gucci bought a Lamborghin'

Hook: Rick Ross:
C#m                 F#m
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
C#m                       G#m
Richest nigga in the city so she on my dick (boss, woo)
C#m                 F#m
It make sense, she on my dick (woo)
C#m                       G#m
Makin' moves in the city so she on my dick
C#m                 F#m
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
C#m                       G#m
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
C#m                 F#m
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
C#m                       G#m
I'm makin' moves, she on my dick

Verse 3: Rick Ross:
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Baby girl, do your thing in your Vera Wang (huh)
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Ever dealt with a nigga still dealin' cocaine? (huh)
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Never made it to the game before it's halftime (no)
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Ten stacks for the seats, so you can have mine (haha)
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Never seated by a snitch, they give me bad vibes (woo)
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Pop a bottle every time you niggas flatline (bang)
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Lot of bitches but I focus on my Fab Five (uh)
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Made her count a half a ticket on the cab ride (woo)
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Bitch hair nappy girl, you need that rich shit (huh)
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It take real heart to wanna be a rich bitch
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She was the youngest and her mama had six kids
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Called her a dummy but she turned into a rich bitch (haha)
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Run with a nigga with some money out in Memphis (I see)
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She was postin' pics of the gifts that he would gift her (I see)
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But the pussy goes to the richest nigga (I see)
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And guess what? Rozay is that nigga!

Hook: Rick Ross:
C#m                 F#m
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
C#m                       G#m
Richest nigga in the city so she on my dick (boss, woo)
C#m                 F#m
It make sense, she on my dick (woo)
C#m                       G#m
Makin' moves in the city so she on my dick
C#m                 F#m
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
C#m                       G#m
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
C#m                 F#m
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
C#m                       G#m