Lyrics:
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
brown paper bag money
This for my strippers getting black plastic bag money
We're talking that bad money, that I.R.S can tax money you dig me
[Rick
leaders and they gave us dope (crack)
From the C.I.A. by way of Nicaragua, shipped to Rick Ross, he's the black godfather
Now Oscar Blandon was his known
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
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
got no
Class you know that's truancy
I don't want the panties off
Unless it's done by me
Rick Ross voice you know it costs
To be a boss like me
So many
rich from the hood YMCMB
Yeah Maybach, brrrap
[Verse 3 - Rick Ross]
I'm that fat muthfucker, young entrepreneurs
Zombies in the street we got them
b low the money, that louie bag of hundreds,
We trying to holla, but she be hella fronting, she never met a nigga real as
[Chorus]
[Rick Ross
a boss nigga, I'm bossed out like Rick Ross, nigga
Five-fifty Benz, you know what that cost, nigga
My shit paid for, you paid a note, you ridin' a rental
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
used to stall 'em
Now I with the boss dogg, all the bad hoes want him
And my pockets on swole, I'm talking Rick Ross big
And now when we shop we don't
slipin im a touch ya
Ima tell you once bitch
Your fuckin with the boss
Show love to my nigga Petey
Pete and Rick Ross
"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
on two-five
Or your big brother put you on like surprise
Hearing my hood described
So vivid you could see it by closing your eyes
Maybe it was the age
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)
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
cook or clean
I'm all by myself she wanna live with me
I keep to myself you don't wanna live with me
Shawty think she Ross but I'm in Italy
I feel like
I'm buying the shit don't matter the cost
You steal from the mall, you shopping at ross
You chill at the bottom, i chill at the top
Yo bitch is a hoe
Terrence Ross shit
I'm the biggest boss, on my Rick Ross shit
aggression
Shoot like harden pop off like a rocket
I'm flame tested I'm rock solid
The chain hang to my chest like Rick Ross's
I'm Randy Mossing boxes out
Sypią te grudy nad kiblem
Duże i grube te grudy jak Rick Ross
Potem są chude jak Rick Ross
Potem zaś nikną, nie masz funduszy, to kumple jak trupy
didn't have to need it, I got it if I wanted
All day Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Livin' like I'm big boss, Rick Ross hustlin'
Spendin' every bit of that
boss
SK for dinner and forget to floss
Kidnap a DT, tie his ass to a cross
Run a Cartel like a real Rick Ross
Sure runnin' like I'm heavy hardcore
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
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