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Was rocking Aéropostale now this sweatsuit by Lacoste
Trizzzle rick ross yeah nigga I'm a young boss
Suburban's out front in direction straight

Rick Ross
Fashion shit I'm Lagerfeld
Throwin' blue hunnids blindfolded ina wishing well
All my doubters Wish 'em well
It's gone be a tough living
Bottega

Kamikaze to the party
Blow that shit up as crip walk
Big talk, yelling out feed me
Like I'm Rick Ross
Diamonds on my tick tock
Time to take a big

get lost
Ego is on Rick Ross
She give me a kiss, I'm wiping off her Fenty lip gloss
That's okay though, she do what I say
So, I just put in work, get

feedin’ all the feens
I’m Alicia with the keys
Yeah this shit cost
For the glory took a loss to be a boss like Rick Ross
Y ahora te digo en español

her ass soft
These niggas pussy they real soft
My pockets fat like rick ross
That tells you I'm the real boss
I know a couple bitches that's gone eat it

I'm a boss here big boss
I'm make this niggas lose weight Rick Ross
You busy acting like you hard but yo dig soft
I got green on this trees I'm like

Yo ex mad
Dirty like I just crossed it
Kris Kross shit
On my boss shit
No Rick Ross shit
Palm Angels sweats
Never on my calm shit
Peep the new drip

to fly but never made it (yes!)
Biggest boss, Rick Ross shit
Independent catalogue with more than what it's costing (yes!)
I'm tryna headline at the Garden

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

Tell the truth like a Freeway Rick Ross
Deeper than a dip sauce
If I had a son he'll never be abandoned
I was born and raised to believe and I don't even

Boss
Don't need no friends except it's Rick Ross
Talk to my Glock make it home in a Royce woah

Garden filled with many seeds so my descent can eat
Guess

looking for bands and heat
Killing these nikkas you know Im gonna skiii
Pockets be bigger than Rick Ross is, wack artists, get violence, can't find us
All

like 6God
Hop out the whip, got me feeling like a drip god
Fuck with me and you gonna get criss crossed
Run this shit, want a house like Rick Ross
Like

the lyrics, I’ll never be put on shuffle 

Before Rick Ross, I was hard on my hustle 

Did it independent they gotta pay me double 

(Hold up)

They gotta pay

me
(Wipe me down)
Red bones, caramels all of 'em stop an' stare
All of 'em try and fill my underwear
(Wipe me down)
Like to floss like Rick Ross
Got

cause she know im a Big dawg

And my Pockets lookin fat she said they look Rick ross

Uber over to my place, no i can’t make this bitch walk

She so fine

seem lost
I'm the next boss
Ain't no Rick Ross
Flick soft, with the wrist
Ball, Like I'm Chris Paul
Won't fall, ima grip hard
Just to bless yall
This is

chillin like Rick Ross on my throne
Damn leave a message, damn you blowing up my phone
Pretty much yeah, I’m always right, you always wrong
I’m in

a clue
I boss up the next shout out Rick Ross
She claim that she Prego how I'm servin the sauce
Got my mind on my diamonds I'm goin Lil Uzi
My name in her

I Made it up out this hell

I prevail
Light a L
For all my niggas
That's lost
Inside the sauce
The wings are taking off
Like Wingstop
Rick Ross
This

with the sauce take no loss like it's memories
Living like Rick Ross I'm a boss your the enemy
Now I'm up in arms ticking bombs here's my cavalry
Pull up

appearance
But it's a fact that wit a beard people take you more serious
Fuck my bitch then i hit her wit the Rick Ross uh
Aye dawg u ain't gotta front stop

brought the groove, i switch lanes
Like i'm hungover, bout to go viral like i'm man (Dozer)
Call the shots like i'm rick ross, im the boss
Straight jack-it,