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never judge a book by look
My vanity undoubtedly proud to be this rhyming crook
Stealing hearts from other rappers cause their lady's see my dapper
Give

just to get with her
Make me feel like you an Indian giver

[Verse 5: Rick Ross]
I'm getting money I could never be the same
New address, but

them Glocks in dis b***h ( glliidd) 

Dripping like I came out the water 
I'm ah young dolph
Hustling but I stay scheming 
Like I'm rick ross
Bible

'cause you know what you worth
Yo, came through dripping, I know you got the sauce
The only one to make a thug cry, no Rick Ross
The way I touchdown, I’m

I'm more of a boss than him
Rick Ross on the speakers
Drink lots with my people
Kick rocks to my teachers
We put ill inside illegal
Jeepers creepers all

fore the clips tossed
Metal enter your frame have you grunting like rick ross
On my block you get killed or you get ripped off
Hammer to his face that'll

throwing your shade
Sis, it’s your loss
No validation
(Feeling so sauced)
No competition
(Bitches be tossed)
Drums make you flat
On some Rick Ross
Wings stop

All I make is hits dawg
Hits dawg

All I do is drip sauce 
Drip sauce 

Big boss like rick ross

Big dog and my pedigree a real one
Real one

to see that I floss
I cannot be canceled
I cannot be paused
Hop out the Maybach Rick Ross
Sky walking out the yeah lamb just to make it Clear
Bitch on my

a spliff hoe I'm feelin' out my skin
And I'm 'bout 5'10 but I'm feeling like I'm 6'4
Feelin' like I'm Chris Paul
Like I'm Rick Ross
Puppy on a leash but he

like Rick Ross
Invest in myself I cannot take a loss
Uh clown niggas not amused by those
Shooting at my foes
Tell my redbone Bend and touch her toes
Bad

and do the crip walk
I got Jesus by my side
I ain't with y'all
cnd I ain't never going back to having withdrawals
cnd Ima real boss just like Rick Ross
cnd

get in this coupe

This a society we ain't no group
City get fiery call up the troops

You said you know us you not from this side
Not do or die if I

statue for the crib
I got it cause it's Kaws
He really hatin on the low
His funds is low
And that's the cause
Boss up
Like Stunna
And Rick Ross
Pay to play

Tryna lift rocks till I'm tip-top
I been gridlocked and I'm pissed off, manje every day I be Rick Ross
And I hustle, gain muscle
Cause I must do what I

really with the kissin', fuck the lip gloss
Wrist frost, show her to make it jump
Like it's a tip off, this sauce
Ain't even down at wingstop
Word to Rick

yea
How could I even find
Oh yea oh yea
Looking for my heart but it's lost
Looking for the cross
Would you pay the cost
Pull up like Rick Ross
(You know

up on you its gonna be a homicide
Stop fucking with you untill I see your homo side
My niggas gon slide like a drive by
Left a nigga dead fuck nigga

the feild you get picked off
Diamonds the cold like the Winter December
Uh, These niggas they schemin like Rick Ross
12 kick the door put the work in

the way a nigga be pimping
Got a pack of moon rock that’ll make you see Tupac
And that mob boss will have you choking, sound like Rick Ross
Okay
Welcome

the big dawg (What)
Pockets on twenty thirteen Rick Ross
Ugh
Caramel skin
With the caramel hair (Ooo)
With the caramel eyes (Ooo)
I’ll pay for ya nails

The god is here to give blessing
Refuse everything he is giving
You need to learn I'm not kidding
Listen to Big, DMX, Jay Z, Pac, 50 Cent
Rick Ross, Cube,

means
We Gone Eat
Ask around town
We dont play around
Smell the smoke in the air
That's them Chopper Rounds
Like Rick Ross and Jeezy
Everyday I'm hustling

Amajita anything for that guap dankie may dawg
Those my dawgs stick by my side you ain't never going wrong
In the city conversations should never be long