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Albums:

Rick Ross Presents: Miami Takin Over (Hosted by Sway) (Rick Ross) · Rick Ross Presents: Miami Takin Over (Hosted by Sway) (DJ Efn & Drastic) · Album Seven by Rick/Rick Sings Spirituals (Rick Nelson ) · Album Seven by Rick/Rick Sings Spirituals (Rick Nelson ) · Certified [Edited Version] (Glasses Malone) · Certified (Marcia Griffiths) · Street Certified the Mixtape (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Certified (Unladylike) · Certified Hits (Willie Nelson) · Certified Hits (Crystal Gayle) – and 90 other albums »


[Rick Ross]
Ever seen a fat boy in a big body
Know you wanna sit by me, all you do is think bout it
Lease apartments to get kicked out it
Next day,
[Rick Ross]
Ever seen a fat boy in a big body
Know you wanna sit by me, all you do is think bout it
Lease apartments to get kicked out it
Next day,
Mo' money means more dough to blow
Mo' bottles, there's more dough to blow
Rick Ross got a lot of dough to blow

Way up in them Tallie Hills, burnin'
Ladies you are now tuned into the very best

Sho' Nuff songs

Jazze Phizzle
Rick Ross
Let's go Daddy

Rick Rizzle

M-I-YAYO

[Verse 1:]
[Chorus]
I took my bitch to lennox mall I call it tricking off
50 bricks just crossed the state, I call it getting across
Gucci, rick ross
that shit

[Rick Ross]
Let's get it

[Ace Hood]
Eh knock knock, bang bang
Where the cash at
If you ain't got it leave you bloody like a tampax
Surrounded by dead flesh eternally hopeless
You better listen to the sound of the Holy Ghost
stumping bumping jumping up in your chest
That money won't last
that shit

[Rick Ross]
Let's get it

[Ace Hood]
Eh knock knock, bang bang
Where the cash at
If you ain't got it leave you bloody like a tampax
that shit

[Rick Ross]
Let's get it

[Ace Hood]
Eh knock knock, bang bang
Where the cash at
If you ain't got it leave you bloody like a tampax
that shit

[Rick Ross]
Let's get it

[Ace Hood]
Eh knock knock, bang bang
Where the cash at
If you ain't got it leave you bloody like a tampax
ride, I ride for Trey-0-5 
Trick Daddy! (When I ride, I ride for Trey-0-5) 
Rick Ross! 
Pitbull! 
The Bottom! 
Listen Nigga! 

Till a nigga D-I-E,
I'd like to thank the hood homie is all behind me

[Chorus]

I'm so hood
Trick Daddy, T-pain, Rick Ross
Plies
Nigga we so hood
We the best
DJ
I'd like to thank the hood homie is all behind me

[Chorus]

I'm so hood
Trick Daddy, T-pain, Rick Ross
Plies
Nigga we so hood
We the best
DJ
ride, I ride for Trey-0-5 
Trick Daddy! (When I ride, I ride for Trey-0-5) 
Rick Ross! 
Pitbull! 
The Bottom! 
Listen Nigga! 

Till a nigga D-I-E,
background] 
DJ Khaled! 
When I ride, I ride for Trey-0-5 
Trick Daddy! (When I ride, I ride for Trey-0-5) 
Rick Ross! 
Pitbull! 
The Bottom! 
Listen
I'd like to thank the hood homie is all behind me

[Chorus]

I'm so hood
Trick Daddy, T-pain, Rick Ross
Plies
Nigga we so hood
We the best
DJ
I'd like to thank the hood homie is all behind me

[Chorus]

I'm so hood
Trick Daddy, T-pain, Rick Ross
Plies
Nigga we so hood
We the best
DJ
I'd like to thank the hood homie is all behind me

[Chorus]

I'm so hood
Trick Daddy, T-pain, Rick Ross
Plies
Nigga we so hood
We the best
DJ
I'd like to thank the hood homie is all behind me

[Chorus]

I'm so hood
Trick Daddy, T-pain, Rick Ross
Plies
Nigga we so hood
We the best
DJ
it eat that shit up, Rick Ross it
Shit it out, bag it up sell it, I'm so damn rebellious
Cause my mother let me do what I want
She wasn't careless,
it eat that shit up, Rick Ross it
Shit it out, bag it up sell it, I'm so damn rebellious
Cause my mother let me do what I want
She wasn't careless,
the club like

[Yung Jok]
Every day I'm hustlin'
They think I'm Rick Ross
Just as soon as I fuck 'em
Tell the hos to get lost
A lot of niggas mad
boss
SK for dinner and forget to floss
Kidnap a DT, tie his ass to a cross
Run a Cartel like a real Rick Ross
Sure runnin' like I'm heavy hardcore
SPADES ILL CUT YO CARD IT PAYS THE COST TO BE THE BOSS LIKE RICK ROSS I'm HUSTLIN FAT STACKS BE DOUBLIN WHILE OTHA NIGGA BE STRUGLIN I GOT DEM HANDS
the club like

[Yung Jok]
Every day I'm hustlin'
They think I'm Rick Ross
Just as soon as I fuck 'em
Tell the hos to get lost
A lot of niggas mad