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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

you're worth more to me
I got some plans
I don't need for you so to speak
You can see me throughout the week
I'm a boss no rick ross
I don't live in

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

talkin' Rick Ross
I be drippin' all the soss
Hella water hella Voss

Yeah you know what I'm about
Yeah I got hella clout
Yessir I'ma make it out
Best

and they ask for him
By name AUSK nigga I'm boss, I ain't Rick Ross but I do my thing
Im on my Jay Z shit come around your hood like you babysit
But I needs

Lemon Pepper Barbeque
Got bitches barking like a fucking Q
Who's next
To get slaughtered on the track
With my whole crew
Gotta go and get loose

Rick

a matinee at noon and we finna get groovy
Acrobat claws out ready to attack
Spaz out jaws drop deadly force slap
Watch out Rick Ross really don't like that

Looked just like rick ross
Glasses beard everything
Even had chicken wings
I was seeing things
Living in a dream
Told the bitch next to me my name
She

Like a boss
Rick Ross
Hustle hard
D Rose with the drive
You can't guard
I go hard
Hundred yard return
Devin Hester how I burn
Back to back it's my turn

homie let's make it clouded
The Holy Spirit possessing me, hunger to be stay pressin' me
Writing rhymes to battle hip hops enemies
I'm Rick Ross forever

switched off
Got a vision, got a plan, gotta build blocks
No zeds, no bars, no big box
Tryna meek a milly double m’s that’s Rick Ross
Gyal sing along to my

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

Nicca running
Have a pussy nicca sprinting having em dipping like sauce
Pockets fat big boy status yeah I'm talking Rick Ross
Bro done hit a lick he done

the boss sumn like Rick Ross Ugh
No days off till it pays off
I make the beats now I'm feeling like ye
O you was hatin I ain't hear ya what ya say
My niggaz

Ice drip on me
Cuz I got the sauce
Shades on, feeling like Rick Ross
An I know this is my life, my type,
Who are you to tell me what I don't like
Wanna

talk don't do anything
Just watching TikTok's
Never leave they seat
Couch potato look like Rick Ross
Half an ounce of weed
Smoking green till a bitch

Nie jest wymyślony jak pieprzony klawisz Rick Ross Hip Hop
Jestem z osiedla więc nie pierdol mi że nie znam życia
Pamiętam jak łaziłem głodny po ulicach

on your own brown mix
Like Rick Ross and the bricks he lift
Got more cane than a pixie stick
That's viscous Nic
My Father been legit, 40 days in the dirt

Rick Ross
Fat money need to floss (Yuh)
You cant catch me I'm jaded (Ok)
Hold it down vision pixelated (Alright)
Hundred kicks flow crazy count it up
Me

chicken fried fat like Rick Ross
I said i'm pissed off, never seem to get lost
Ridin screaming fuck the world until my dick soft
Crack a busch lite and roll

like Rick Ross (HUH!)
They always counted me out
And I'm about to think about 'em when I count this 10 thou
About this time last year I was down, feeling

hot!
Throwing punches like this is all I got
But even Jig saw how I put pieces in a jigsaw
You might be 50 but I am Rick Ross
The big boss
Take small Ls

Twój idol to nie Rick Ross typie
Twój idol to bankrut
Raper ma kredyt w banku
Wzięty w szwajcarskim franku
To człowiek jest jak każdy inny
Kurwa a nie

really getting pissed off (pissed off)
No sit down criss-crossed
Shooting shit like Chris Bosh
On my hustle game like Rick Ross
I can't fuck with lames