Lyrics:
Rick Ross lyrics to verse
She telling me I need to change
But baby I need the change
2 coupes, 2 bricks, life's too short
Cocktail, 2 Glocks
of the yacht club
Got me bumping Rick Ross
Fuck a Rollie my personality floss
In this life No ones perfect
Yea we all got flaws
Dios bendiga mis enemigos
reppin' my city
I be reppin' my city, no one can do it better
[Rick Ross:]
Let the top back on the Chevy
Then I crank up the boom
Smellin' Issey
(feat. Young Jeezy, Juelz Santana & others)
[DJ Khaled]
DJ Khaled, we're the best, nigga we're the best man
Woo we nikka (listen)
[Young
OK, I'm reloaded (Ain't expect this)
The homey, Elvis Freshly (Uh huh) and Rick Ross-teen (Nigga)
He Back (I see ya, nigga)
I'm back (I smell that
When Will I wake up wake up
I’m not your lovely mama
When you fuck up, fuck up
I can’t stand by you side
So I break up, break up
I think you need
since I've been down
I'm colorblind
Now here's the game plan, yo, at a quarter to nine
I was told to peel a cap on the other side
Yo, young
to peel a cap on the other side
Yo, young and dumb, full of come up, a baby loc
I gotta put in work for the hood and that ain't no joke
[Coolio]
Rick Ross, Loyd, street life
Ain't nothin' but the street life
That's money, cars and hoes
It's the only life I chose
Street life, ain't
to women
Just wanna get em drunk shut em up and get up in em
She tipsy off six shots
She's feelin my Rick Ross
She wanna lick a rapper and roll wit a big
gotta get high
Lotta nigga I grew up with that ain’t by my side
Reminiscing back to the days where ridding solo
Give it back to the day where I gave no
Got his own land, which you're known look to
Not only ass wipes, swept side kick
Shocker and them niggas even try to dress like Rick
Got his own land, which you're known look to
Not only ass wipes, swept side kick
Shocker and them niggas even try to dress like Rick
"Who was it?"
You thought you left D flat, D major
I'll slit your throat with the razor and do Rick Ross Air like that one flight from Malaysia
I'm
Okay, I'm reloaded
The homey, Elvis Presley and Rick Ross teen
Be back, I'm back
I'm back, I'm back
It's nowhere to go
I'm talkin' Japanese
[Rick Ross]
Statues in the garden, coups in the garage
Castles in the projects, smoke like Peter Tosh
Runnin’ into me, she met a different breed
Pen
the people want
I'm cutting people off, simultaneously
The big dog, the big boss, like I was Rick Ross
Chase dreams like Meek, a real freak on a leash
I've
the new grow
Whip 2 tone like a new Benz
No Maybach call me rick ross
And I cause wave like a ship does
Ina warehouse full of boxes
Get the food gone
Avenging the fallen before em, Killers ambition
The other me is a side effect
Other me a side effect
I'm going to war bout the fam
Everything they are, made
the most (Most)
I'm like a boss (Boss)
Call me Rick Ross (Ross)
I do the most (Most)
I do the most (Most)
How many motherfuckers wanna copy style?
I got
Terrence Ross shit
I'm the biggest boss, on my Rick Ross shit
convention with a gold revolver
Life's a salad I'ma toss it eat this shit up, Rick Ross it
Shit it out, bag it up sell it, I'm so damn rebellious
'Cause my
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
Rick's cousin
When they knew I wasn't, but I had no shame
Pa, you know the name, the Mos always had game
Back in the day of the Rap Attack
When brothers
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