Lyrics:
Yeah
Bugzy Malone
You know
Watch this
I don't care if you can kickbox
You could be a big boy like Rick Ross
You could bring Joe Calzaghe
In Ghosttown
You had the best of me
We fell low
10,000 dreadful things
All that dreading gone by
Then dragged asleep
Ross, you ruin
You ruined
damn fine
Baby is cute with the accent
Like where have you been all this damn time
I study to build up my assets
Speak like I'm rich
Like it's already
Six years go by and you n***** praise it like ya' knees needless
Everybody talkin bout' they love but reality hit they don't mean it
Complaining bout
[All by I Self Divine]
[Chorus 1]
China white, crystal meth, angel dust, percaset, cocaine, morphine, PCP
Hash, opium, prozac, special K, Xanax,
that you broke
All that drip is fugazi
Shout out yo' bitch
Man that head was amazin'
I'm in the trap tryna' pop like I'm famous
I'm still in the trap
opps
No caps
Only me
No fashion week,
I don't have weed
Music in my mind, all i need
No smoke
Già ciò tosse
Sick
Maybe one day rich
Like Rick Ross
Ricco
Before she breaks
And the abuse seals up her faith
Or will she grab the gun out the case
Before he awakes
And squeeze the trigger right in his face
All my
It's the Butterscotch Boss
Whole body covered in gold
Whole body covered in frost (Damn)
It's the white Rick Ross
Riding around in the Phantom
Eating
hop boss
invested time badly now I'm coming out a loss
Swati boy, skinny and I'm no Rick Ross
I wanna hear the dealer say the maybach's
all yours
Yes
dem
Mi a the demon yah know
Mi just call fi me legion yah know
Bust out dem head middle day
Mi nah leave none yah know
Rick Ross all evil yah know
Born
had a drugs party in 526.
The flick knives were all they found,
Ross had lots of fun bending down.
Stranded in the smoke, get out of that.
Wilf
in it, Bay reppin' it
Alameda, don't step in it
Used to stay there, now I stay where young Icarus went to daycare
Hey, there! All you little kids
YOU MOP THE FLOOR WITH ME
By Robert Ross
Verse 1
I NEVER HAD MUCH LUCK
JUST A WHOLE LOT OF SOUL
BUT I GOT THE BRAINS TO SEE
YOU?RE GONNA WALK
If I had a dick, it would be soft
'Cause you talkin' too much, now I'm peed off
I'ma fuck you real good, take my weave off
I'ma would if I could,
ROUGH ?N? TOUGH
AKA: Ruff ?n? Tuff
(Music & Lyrics by Robert Ross)
Verse 1
Well don't you touch me fella cause if I get riled
I know you won't
I'm irrelevant, benevolent, I'm bout To go celebate
My dick been to decisive, I been left To my devices
You can take it all baby, can I just Have
StardustSZN)
I'm all about money, can't go out a junkie
Let's go out the country, I love to take chances
Tryna be funny, this Glock 40 chunky
If you
need a Tic-Tac
Fuck around you get hit by real shooters
You be talking hella shit, but its from behind a computer
You be talking all that shit, and had
by
Donnie Katana ooh, I told the truth (Brr)
I never lied to you (O oh) i told the truth
I never lied to you brr, brr
Hey-a hey-a hey
Paris, Chanel
I took a fish out my cooter
Then I got ran over by a scooter
My pussy fat I call her pooter
You are so stupid you need a tutor
I look at the stuff
the feds neva find the stash
Bitch I come in first never last
Took yo bitch grab her by the ass
I pull up and dip once I smash
Roll a blunt and fill it full
foot in the grave
But before I die let me tell you this
I'mma ball on you niggas, I can tell your pissed
Talk about I took your wife out all night
Who the fuck you think you fuckin with im a fuckin earner
Ring the fuckin fire alarm here come the money burners
my money burnin, my money burnin, my
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