AlterEgo

[Intro]
Magazeen: Yea, just somethin' different' ya'kno?
Magazeen: Ricky Ross the big boss
Rick Ross: It's a Secret Society baby
Magazeen: Maga to the ZEEN
Rick Ross: All we ask is trust
Magazeen: For the ladies, dem
Rick Ross: Nothin's changed
Magazeen: I'ma let dem kno' see ah ladies only
Rick Ross: Run wit me or run from me
Magazeen: Real for all and she make my sun shine
Rick Ross: Pussies don't get pussy
Magazeen: Yatch Party
Rick Ross: Yea
Rick Ross: It's the yatch club baby
Magazeen: Ay, great kush too
Rick Ross: I got this

(Maybach Music)
(J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League)

Magazeen - MAGA!

[Ross]
He not bigger than biggie
Bitch I'm bigger than you
It's just a boat if it cost you like a milli or two
Gotta kick off your shoes, okay let's take a cruise
Here's my captain now relax, let him do what he do
Okay who rollin' spinach? Cuz I'm reelin' the anchor
Smoke up a acre of grass, wake up in Jamaica
Couple nautical knots, I call my Cubano's to cop
Puerto Rico for women, hit Barbados to shop
Livin' larger than life, call us the Yacht Club
Before you join us bitch you gotta getcha stocks up
She walkin' back and forth, she just itchin' to fuck
And then I heard her whisper, "Girl, you know he rich as fuck"
Travel the 7 seas, there is no better breeze
If he indulge in jealousy his ass better breathe
Man overboard, cuz he goin' overboard
Damn it's over for him, put that on my vocal chords

[Magazeen - Chorus]
There's a paaaaarrrtty.... Goin' on
All the girls dem welcome
To the Yacht Cluuuuuub
Magazeen, let dem in
Here's a party, goin' on
All the girls dem welcome
To the Yacht Cluuuuuuub
Magazeen, let dem in
Zeeeen

[Ross]
Kill all the middlemen, I'm the militant Gilligan
Speakin' Creole wit gentleman as I cruise the Caribbean
Oh lawd, I'ma star down in St. Barts
The fat Tommy Lee, I made out wit like 8 broads
But up in Costa Rica, I get the most for features
She no-speaka-no-ingles, maybe Fat Joe could teach her
Smokin' barrels of reefer, only the Yacht Club
Before you join us bitch you gotta getcha stocks up
Travel the 7 seas, there is no better breeze
When we started sellin' Ki's, this just how we thought it would be
No one agrees wit me, but that's just how it goes
I'm the greedy genius, no reference to them ugly clothes
I still hustle for dough, but no more me scuffin' my soles
Makin' presentation and trust me, the customer's sold
I'm cruisin' in the gold, I think it's so def
Janet was in control, because the ho left

[Magazeen - Chorus]
There's a paaaaarrrtty.... Goin' on
All the girls dem welcome
To the Yacht Cluuuuuub
Magazeen, let dem in
Here's a party, goin' on
All the girls dem welcome
To the Yacht Cluuuuuuub
Magazeen, let dem in
Zeeeen

[Ross]
My dick a big stretch, and quick to tell a bitch fetch
Told you to kiss ass after you bought the bitch breast
Her head above average, my head above water
By now you could see my palace right off the coast of Florida
I'm into fryin' fish wit a slight lime twist
Veggies on the side of course, Kush appetize it
Letcha Mercedes chill, roll wit a Navy S.E.A.L
This the Yacht Club whoadie, trust me...ya lady will
Still spillin' champagne, or is it Merlot?
Fuck it, it's fine wine...my bitch a Virgo
I don't do the signs, unless it's dollars on em
I'm the boss of the boat, cashmere collar on him
Thinkin' of last year, and all the monies made
Now it's corporate investing, amongst the other things
No one agrees wit me, but that's just how it goes
I'm the greedy genius, no reference to the ugly clothes

[Magazeen - Chorus]
There's a paaaaarrrtty.... Goin' on
All the girls dem welcome
To the Yacht Cluuuuuub
Magazeen, let dem in
Here's a party, goin' on
All the girls dem welcome
To the Yacht Cluuuuuuub
Magazeen, let dem in
Seeeen

Chuck_B

props, fav song on the album

Young Mic

Good Job On The Lyrics... Ross Fell The Fuck Off Though

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