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colors in Ciaga, bout to cop them all
They think I own Balenciaga, way I rock it all
You know niggas like me, we don't shop at Ross
Never been Rick, but

standing on a chair
Posing in my underwear
With Rick Ross and all his pears
You can't find me best beware
Ever present in the air
I will find you
(You won't

the Bears
Reef up next, he goin' on a tear
This hoe Rick Ross, keep leakin' her pear
Keep cuttin' nem' pills
Told twin don't you dare
He can't get a feat

damned feet

DJ Blue mixed tapes and Lord Finesse
Raised on bass and on a worn slick deck
Learned my slang right down the block
From where Rick Ross

enough
Drive-by's, blood-spattered on my shoe, I'm not hood enough
But why cry?
I Waka Flocka Flame, hit your block up
Thug life, it's in my veins, go

girl I don't play around
Everything I ain't done yet I'm doing it
I'm having fun and you can't even ruin it
I can live my life by myself without you in

already know she want that sauce cause


I feel so high, I can't let a minute go by when I'm with you (when I'm with you)
Said when I'm with you, oh no no

Life is so unfair
Why can't I be happy everywhere
Oh I saw the signs they said beware
But I just pass them by cause I'm not scared
Chillin' in my

Hit from the back, get the camera, I'm filming a tape, bouta put it on TikTok
You feel like your life is fun, but my life a movie directed by Rick Ross

Yea yea
A yo
A yo she say she like Rick Ross so
I heard this beat and I was like
Yea
I'm bout to go in

Shawty said that she a part time gangsta
Part

know you lost
Even Christ got crossed up
You thought you wouldn’t get crossed

Left pocket on biggie and my right one on Rick Ross
Made a stop

never pitched soft or played with bricks Like missed shots
But every day I'm hustling like Rick Ross
You'll think ima dentist the way I floss
As the plot

eye it
I see it, I want it, I get it, I buy it
I'm really your idol, you can't even hide it
Bitch I'm a big boss
They callin' me Rick Ross
Look at my

kitchen talk, Trifecta watch me money walk
King shit like I'm Young Dolph, pockets stuck on Rick Ross
My rhyming should be confined and our inner spirits

mean
Don't give a fuck what it cost, payed the cost to be the boss
Oh yeah I feel like Rick Ross
Ate the Pussy then I went to the floss
Before that nigga

Bitch, I'm fucked up
Spilled my drink
Gettin' sucked up
By your bae
Tear the club up
Rick James
Runnin' it up
Gettin' paid
I been on demon
I been

to the plug to cop some work and bring it back
I had to get it by my lonely cause they never had my back
Ain’t nobody give me s**t b***h I got it out the trap

a player but this game I just lost
Buy you Birkin bags got me feelin' like Rick Ross
DJ Khaled girl you can have it all you smart
Got me hypnotized it's like

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Nol, fytenol, f3d baby
Punchin' the clock on them, got a AR-15
They got a stock on it, you don't know Rick

I shop in Ross no Rick I'm still the shit
Here since day 1 with my clique I'm too legit
You move and you can get split like bananas on Sunday
Looks

green? Ain't me
You just a knockoff grades malnourished
But we eatin' now like Rick Ross
Player of the year, just like
An ex, I never miss, nah nah

but we eating now like Rick, Ross
Player of the year just like an ex I never miss, nah nah

the price, we ain't trippin' off no cost
Skinny nigga, pockets fat like Rick Ross

Thick bitch on my lap, I can't move
She didn't say she had a nigga, had no

girl, had to give up my rib
Back in the booth with these bars like a bid
Big talk
You don't want stick talk
Big boss, feeling like Rick Ross - ooh
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