Lyrics:
shorts
Now I'm fixing to ball like I played 5 sports
I can play lacrosse i can be the boss
I can lemon pepper wings like uh Rick Ross
Can't take a loss,
Bitch first you sound like Rick Ross
Then you went to sounding
Like Shawn and Ludacris
Who-who wrote that shit?
Y'all hoes, I'm just too real for ya hoes
put it to my wristwatch
What's the cost to be a big boss and then feel like Rick Ross type shit
Wait, hol on, my bitch bad like a DJ Khaled album type
like Rick Ross
And my Dark Fantasy is pulling up at 3 o'clock
With some bad friends and a
Key to her daddy's yacht
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Woke
Yea, yea
Back in the mix
Bag full of tricks
This is my magic my pen be the stick
Waving this wand over all of the pages
Can't work a job that brings
ya fans is getting ripped off
Flick em off then I dip out of the freeway like Rick Ross
Primordial, chicks I like em cordial
I'm a memorial, fuck I got
smalls
Swizz beats, Jin,
black star rick ross
DMX T.I.P Sean diddy combs
These are my
influences, hip hops Intuition
The game flipped like a
pancake with
star rick ross DMX TIP Sean diddy combs These are my influences hip hops Intuition The game flipped like a pancake with the road to riches now let me
demons
Like Drake and Rick Ross man they stay steady scheming
Just wanna have peace while I was sleeping (while I'm sleeping)
Oh my God I just want
show's a trick off
People say your album is sick
How much you get for it?
I ain't rich but I'm a boss
I'm still Ross without the Rick Porsche
Sharp blades
wasted
Niggas love tryna put my back where the walls facin'
Big body frames, wasn't into car racin'
Me and Chubbs drive by, shorty heart racin'
I
until it goes soft (She don't stop sucking until it goes soft)
And my girl a boss bitch (Boss) Rick to my Ross bitch (Ross) Kris to my Kross bitch (Kross)
Terrence Ross shit
I'm the biggest boss, on my Rick Ross shit
hitch hiking put my thumb in her asshole
Throw that ass back and we gon' celebrate ya'
If ya' titties small baby we gon' decorate em
You won't regret it
have you singing like Dieana Ross
After that back to the money
Imma send her off
Move in silence
Do it by my self
Nigga fuck a call
Nigga
by the time I got back
Had a couple fresh twenties burnin' holes in my pockets
I threw em in the closet in an old shoebox
It didn't have much in
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
Gardner, the crashin' of James Dean
Bobby Brown influenced by Rick James, it goes
Prince wanted Alexander O'Neal to be Morris Day or Jerome
But Alex was
Double back, dressed in blue laces
They killed Dr. Sebi, he was teaching health
I fuck with Rick Ross 'cause he teaching wealth
Dropped out of school,
And drip-droppin' in chocolatey whip-toppin'
So whether you're hip-hop, Slipknot, B.I.G., Pac
Kid Rock, Kris Kross, Rick Ross, you'll dig this
If not then kick
gloss, cadillac got a wide body like rick ross
Took time but my cash got right,
If I want it I'm a buy it I don't ask no price
Rear view mirror,
like Rick Ross everyday hustlin
that's on God,
yeah (On God)
You know
This The G Code
Word on street
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Word on street
Word on street
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Word on street
popping tags
Back then, you could catch me in a Pontiac
These days drop top Phantom with a 100 stacks
Yeah. they buy this album but they want they money
popping tags
Back then, you could catch me in a Pontiac
These days drop top Phantom with a 100 stacks
Yeah. they buy this album but they want they money
_(cropped).jpg/218px-Rick_Ross_The_Mastermind_Tour_June_15,_2014_Toronto_(14590434716)_(cropped).jpg "Rick Ross")
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