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Rick Ross takes pride in being a womanizer in new song, praises Nairobi for having fine chicks

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The last time Rick Ross was in Kenya was in April 2018 but he still hasn’t forgotten how he smashed Nairobi women who threw themselves at him.

The American rapper performed in Nairobi during the NRG Wave gig which was held at the Carnivore grounds on April 28, 2018.

Five years after his performance in Nairobi, Rick Ross still remembers his sexapades in Kenya’s capital as evident with his new song.

The American rapper revealed he had fathered a couple of kids in Africa in his new album ‘Too Good To Be True’

In his song ‘Star Island’ featuring Meek Mill, which is track number two in his new album, Rick Ross admitted that he has no feelings for women because he is a womanizer.

The rapper further said he had sired children in Africa, zeroing in on Nairobi for some of his fond memories.

“B***hes DM my b***hes (B***hes)
IRS sheet been talkin’, real estate is extensive (Extensive)
My money retarded (Ha), since you niggas is dummies (Dummy)
And my label the largest (M-M ), I just came for the money (Brrt)
I’m not dissin’ you niggas (Nah)
I’m just tippin’ the killers (Biggest)
We can share all the women (Woo)
I’m not gettin’ no feelings (Hahaha)
Africa to Nairobi (Nairobi)
I got kids in the village (Village)
Yes, they call me, “Don dada” (Don dada)
Been through pain and they feel it (Uh)
Put the hoes on a bus (Bus)
We could jump on a jet (Jet)
737, I’ma jump on the next (Hahaha),” Rick Ross raps.

Below is the full lyrics and the audio visualizer.

[Rick Ross & Meek Mill]
Tell them niggas, “Get in line,” they ain’t got no money (None, brrt, brrt)
Spent thirty-five million on my jet, nigga (Woo)
Week later, spent another thirty-five million (Woah, double M)

On a palace on motherfu***in’ Star Island
(ATL Jacob, he a fu***n’ millionaire)
Take notes, nigga (Huh)

[Meek Mill & Rick Ross]
Life up easy (Lot), a lot of riders on it (A lot, ruckus)
I play greasy (What?), it ain’t no plottin’ on me (No plottin’, brrt)
She too easy, I told the bro to lob her for me (Throw that out)
If I catch you cheatin’, I’ll buy you a watch, we probably gon’ rob you for it
A lot of money (A lot)
You ain’t never countin’ no money ’til you get tired of money (Woo)
Totin’, runnin’ ’round, right hand in the trenches with all my diamonds on me (Brrt)

 

Homie a clown, get hit in his head, you see on fire on ’em
Switchy on the pound, rip through his Louis felt like it’s fire on him, it’s hot
I’m with Ricky, me and my sticky (Boss)
Right in the rearview, niggas tricky
I got twenty hoes right now, but only gon’ two ’cause I’m picky
Pullin’ a Rolls-Royce through my old hood, it ain’t no way they could miss me (No way)
She was on demon time, lil’ ho-ho (Huh), it ain’t no way she could kiss me
It ain’t no way (It ain’t no way)
It ain’t no way (It ain’t no way)
I just sniped a famous b***ch and cut her like she OJ
She was tryna play with me, I’ma text her on her birthday

For what? (For what?)
Just to ask her if she okay

[Rick Ross & Meek Mill]
Okay (Okay)
Okay, okay (Okay, okay)
Meek, I love it, nigga (I love it)
I love it (I love it), yes (M-M )

[Rick Ross]
Jokić and Murray, you know we determined
Sendin’ my shooters like a movie, I’m closin’ your curtains (Uh)
Kobe and Shaq (Shaq), the bottles are black (Black)
The nine inches to you b***hes and all of you rats (Rat)
Why you countin’ my pockets? (Pockets)

B***hes DM my b***hes (B***hes)
IRS sheet been talkin’, real estate is extensive (Extensive)
My money retarded (Ha), since you niggas is dummies (Dummy)
And my label the largest (M-M ), I just came for the money (Brrt)
I’m not dissin’ you niggas (Nah)
I’m just tippin’ the killers (Biggest)
We can share all the women (Woo)
I’m not gettin’ no feelings (Hahaha)
Africa to Nairobi (Nairobi)
I got kids in the village (Village)
Yes, they call me, “Don dada” (Don dada)
Been through pain and they feel it (Uh)
Put the hoes on a bus (Bus)
We could jump on a jet (Jet)
737, I’ma jump on the next (Hahaha)

Them fake ass lab diamonds (Lab)
Left a lump on your neck (Lab)
I gave your b***h a double M, it ain’t none but baguettes (Baguettes)

[ Rick Ross]
Yes, baguettes
It’s too good to be true (M-M )
They can’t believe we pulled it off, nigga.