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too fried
Baby you fuckin' wit' a boss
In a Maybach like Rick Ross
Bitches stuck to me like some floss
And I told that lil' hoe, get lost
Baby, yea you

dire que ta un stick mais tu fais juste jouer à la crosse
Pendant j't'en train de manger la concu d'ici j'ressemble à rick ross
C'est le nouveau wave, la

businessmen and examples that we can do it.  From Jay Z to Piddy, Rick Ross the Boss, 50 Cent is consistent man count the cost.  HairApp “Everything Hair” I’m

the world by elitist guys
Justice will be served for treason against you and I
How my boy get more years for flying birds than pedophiles
It don't make sense

bout that action boss
I'll hitcha with the gutty, have you sayin' like Rick Ross, hugh
I cock back then, hugh
Man, his face tow up
Ima teach you why they

Knock your paws off sync
Left you flat like a soft drink
Got more styles than Diana Ross swing
Zone like Rick James when he smoke crack
You and Charli

nothin' mas
I'm the boss (No Rick Ross)

I told you we can get past this, but you ain't hear none of that
You just wanna get mad, give me the boot like

think it's too late if you tryna wake up
Cuz niggas been slept on
She got a good brain
And nigga that headstrong
The don like Teflon
Rick Ross
The boss

to H-Town, Rick Ross, and Maybach
But I got this bitch now cause we go way back

Hey lil mama how you doing, lemme holla at cha
Come here baby girl, lemme

gra gra)
Prolly make a milly (gimme the guala)
Then i milli rock on every block
Get rick ross in milli shorts
Got flip flops and diddy bop
Its okay its

Ross
Don't matter what the pack cost
Just know my boy gone sell it all
Nigga we can set it off
Have you catching bullets like Randy Moss
(Huh)
Niggas

rival I guess you Rick Ross
Mad cause to you little yorkies I'm a big dawg
Self made dope spitter whole verse of fentanyl
When in album mode its like I

screws loose, wires that are real crossed
I like big girls, ones that look like Rick Ross

Hit it from the back, watch the booty recoil
Hit it from

lie 
Rolling one fatter than Biggie and Rick Ross combined

Now lets tell you something about the second week 
Thermo telling me my degree 103
All

'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

Fat bitch, hell nah, I be blowing fuckin heat
Bitch you better call Saul (What?)
50 free, Rick Ross
Big titty bitches shaking ass down the hall (Baaah)

the game, but I ain’t Rick Ross
Turn on the AC, bars getting too hot
Might keep it short, don’t wanna be Conceited
Not Michael Jackson, but this game, I beat

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I stay on some boss shit, i was the underdog...

I’m on my Rick Ross shit, I’m straight up running things...

Haters love to talk shit, so

Fuck around and really find out
See I hang with some real niggas
Getting money over here and we really don't post pictures
On some Rick Ross shit
40 wing

Cold blooded killers
Straight spitters
Just spitting hip hop
Man I feel like Rick Ross
We gon hit the tip top
Got my shit up in my crew socks
I gotta

that loud or a baking soda don
Bitch I'm like Rick Ross ima master mind and I master mind
And do you mind donating and chiming into families who could

the knockoffs 
She top me real slow without lipgloss 
Should grow a Beard cause im feeling like Rick Ross
UH 
Gas that im chiefin got me rolling outta me tater

insane
Then I'm bustin' yo brain
Cause I'm good with my aim
AB ride with the GNG
Packing that thang
Look in my eyes
The devil's alive
Like Rick Ross
So

They don't know that ya Boi thrive under pressure, got glue in the veins the way I keep it Together.
I go off | Speak soft | big moves| Rick Ross| big