Lyrics:
the queen will still reign here,
I'm Santa Clause to these hoes without a reindeer
Saint Nick, Ross, hey Rick, I just got a toy, cost 850
Now I'm in
same thang game came when I left em
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie
But I'm his Royal Slickness ghetto weakness come Rick is
en Miami con Rick Ross
Hay terro' en el case (Ja ja ja)
Medio kilo en la muñeca, investigacione'
(Investigacione')
Y el diablo me dice: "Apretale
El
Lo hecho ya está hecho on fire
Pa' que en la disco se
Prenda en fuego el techo
"Before I die, I'll be a boss"
Voice Rick Ross
Mi amor, yo tengo poderes
Un día pronto, tú no vas a tener que trabajar
Para el carajo todo el que dijo que no me iba a firmar
Estaba en casa de Rick Ross la semana pasada
"The Lord as my witness, Lord as my witness, there's not!
There's not a better MC than Rick motherfuckin' Ross, Lord as my witness
And when a nigga
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
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
shoppin' out of Ross
Started droppin' dog shit with spendin' bags at Hugo Boss
My J ain't fuckin' wit the weed high, she might graduate the soft
Get by my
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
Like Rick Ross
Real Talk
I'd Rather Sit
Then Snitch Dawg
Cause Quick Jaws
Get A Nigga Smoked
Like Menthols
I'm Way Outta They League
Who Hotter Than Me?
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
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
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
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
"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)
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
_(cropped).jpg/218px-Rick_Ross_The_Mastermind_Tour_June_15,_2014_Toronto_(14590434716)_(cropped).jpg "Rick Ross")
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