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ourself from earning a slave wage
Don't you think we all want to live out our days like Rick Ross balling out on $500 steaks?
Think about it

Capitol

Curren$y

The Stoned Immaculate

2012

kinda soft
Tattoos, lip gloss, pockets on Rick Ross
I'm fantasizing a tantalizing experience
Bitches like photography, I just take a pic

And my

bitch in my mufuken flipflop
Young nigga fly like a mufucken peacock
Should brought racks that’s fat like Rick Ross 
Should’ve brought racks that’s fat

kids without fathers asking how are you this far?,  I don't have a girlfriend but get Molly from Rick Ross

Speaker in my pocket playin my chemical

said her face look like a Cinnabon
Need a fat bitch like Rick Ross walk in that bitch like Teflon Don
Said your barking up the wrong tree
Roll it up

walk
They don't like the way I ball, I'll love it when I see them fall
I just wanna be a boss, I wanna be like Rick Ross
I give it up to God, I'll cop it

never had anything this nice.

LEVI:
You deserve it.

LEVI, RICK, and ENSEMBLE:
THIS IS WHERE YOUR LIFE STARTS

ELLA:
I HOPE THAT I WON’T DISAPPOINT BY

of my mens, I just eat good like Rick Ross
I don't need no new friends, niggas be throwing me off
Okay, let's go, hey, hey, okay, go get some money, go

just like Rick Ross
Up on my cheek still got the stain from your lip gloss
People down on me but I know imma go the distance
I see all my haters and they

what we quote
No Rick Ross
You fuck wit the boss
You dirty you ratty? I steady go floss
And bait the snake
And wait till he's out
Don't double cross

chick like Vandross
Drop on the track like Rick Ross

im a  mother fucking boss
Roll with classy bitches
Tell them thots to get lost
stacking all this

without a soul
I can't go home if I can't grab and hold my own then I'll be gone
Our bodies sewn by the unknown
It's the greatest question
I'm around my

keep score
Sexy ladies walk by the door
Whip it real hard like Rick Ross
I be talking out hte ass, no shit mouth
When I'm at the bank don't keep score

know I got more M's than a real Slim Shady video
(I'm the real Shady)
Big Boss, less Rick Ross, more like a wavy Hideo
Kojima, they tote steamers

Ride [Remix]

Juelz Santana

Gutta

2008

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

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

Don't be lying in my rhymes
Bitch I'm with at least a 9
I'ma shine without trying
I'ma kill em every time

I'm the TYPE of nigga you learn from or try

online

Easy does it
Easy does it
Easy does it
You should've known by now that am
Cruising down the streets with ma six bros 
Cocaine, codeine everyday we

my bag well, like say I enter Benin bus
The flows tight well, like say I be Rick Ross (Rick Ross)
Them no go see me, I'm covered by the Holy Ghost

YOU know I got it on me. 
Talk about it. 
Talk about it, talk about it ,I keep that grip and don’t walk without it, 
talk about it, talk about it, I

Feeling like Jesus on the cross I aint bleeding
But I got the drip and the red sauce

Give a fuck about a season losing weight like Rick Ross
Kicking

leave me pissed me off (ooh)
Diamonds heavy husky like my jeweler name was Rick Ross (Yyah)
I'm gettin' up while you gettin' off 
(Yeah, yeah)
Poppin'

ballin' like a star
555, Yeah I'm gonna go so far, but my brain's still full of scars
Leaving scars
Rick Ross yeah my pockets so large
Off the pen my mind

look in my eyes you might see the secret recipe
Me and my brothers yeah we grinding influentially
Put that on my mothers yeah we getting it by any means