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killing it
I fucked that bitch in the back of the function
Please don't be confused by my innocence
I got 100 so you know we gunning
All up in the party

I'ma get a load
Then I'm gone, young nigga, right back on the road
Post up by the store, If it ain't about money, better not call my phone
I'm in my

Stingy like Mr krabs when it
Comes down to my sauce
Got chased by a fat mall cop
He look like Rick Ross
Like I'm hooping with this nigga
Hit him with

their heart attack 
They heard that new Shoo slap and heard that Socc has got his back

Bullets, bullets fly 
Like a drive by 
Stand by, aye
Bullets,

like I'm Rick Ross
But I've been wasting my days away
Just jerking off and watching tiktok's
Now I think my minds stuck in a
Paradox
Like all my thoughts

at her cost
You white boy Rick
I'm like Ross
I'm a boss
I might kidnap ya dogs
Then drop them off at the morgue
Cause I'm bored
I'm good wit the tools

that I lost it
What you fucking retarded
Till I'm a carcass
I be up on my boss shit
Bajan boy on Rick Ross shit
Looka my crosses
Man you niggas is waste

Hit the freeway like I'm Rick Ross in it, okay
Hey nice car, put some quick shots in it, okay
Hit it from the back, I ain't gonna front with you
If you

tolerance
I’m on fire
Like a commit
I’m a boss
Fuck with me
At what cost
Hustler
Like Rick Ross
I rob you
That’s a loss
That’s an L
I’m on a
Highway to hell

the people
Let's tell it how it is
We were all created equal
We go way back
Way before way back
Before iverson braids gunn lay back
Before rick ross roll in

So I've spent this time just on my grind, hustlin' like Rick Ross
But now my head is clear, got no fear, and I'm ready
We have a good time, she feeling

bro
Not once, not twice, but thrice
And now she's actin' all nice

Fuck y'all, fuck Jamahl, fuck Tazz, fuck Bitch Sauce
Get lost, built like Rick Ross

that shit to drop bitch than drop on the cost then
How you think I gained this weight?
By Rick Ross'n
Yo body don’t fit yo face you jigsaw’n

that nine piece no Rick Ross I got 8 balls
Now broke niggas gon die slow
I cant see em I'm Ray Charles like
No Wu Tang we all about that cream tho
Could

niggas
Pockets fat look like Rick Ross
And she drippy like some water
Body Aquafina
Tell that bitch don't call my phone shorty I don't need ya
I set you up

on the lord

I been that nigga since way back
from the floor imma take it to space
inspired by dreams of a Maybach
no dey follow rules we dey change am
if Dem

That's a Lie

LL Cool J

Radio

1985

and my man Rick got millions of gold albums
(That's a lie) I'm gettin' cold money every day
(You're a liar)
You'll need a wheel barrow for all that shit in

attack
You tried to mess with Game and 50
But neither one of them called you back
Ask J R my car was pushed
To the limit on Cool & Dre
Plus Rick Ross was

à condo 


The little cutie turns dirty in my fantasies
When she say my name à hear i bitchy melody
Rick ross in my head Phone
While her lip gloss suckin

Blossom
They tried to keep up and I already lost em
Eating so good I look like I'm Rick Ross'n
I can't eat the cat if it look like a possum
I'm not from New

big, it might take a while to get lost
Walking through the park, shirt backward like Kriss Kross
Stumbling & huffing like Rick Ross, a big boss
Grab her

was way back
To buy a bag of chips, I scrapped up cents to get lays bag
Like since I got a beard just like rick ross I need a Maybach
My dawg whipping

Remember like big boss
We chillin like Rick Ross
The villains the see us
And they feeling like hand toss
Those feeling we sand off
That's me and my phantom

room and I'm sauced
Imma keep on flexing like my name is Rick Ross
They going look at me like the king I'm a boss
But I could get them wet up ain't no