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Baby if i put it in your hands can u flip a hunnid bands can u get a property by the lake 
Like ehhh ima call ross he a dread he gon twist a nigga up

can’t lose,

Ima dog, in this fleece, let em loose,

Big cross hey,
New floss hey,

40 in the pants,
Rick Ross hey,

You ain’t bet on me,
Big loss hey,

Like this (I'm lit)

Balling out with the clique
Y'all know we getting rich
Hopping up in the whip
Ain't stalling out when I drift
Glock by the hip now

a pocket fulla stones was no future in ur frontin
Influenced by that Rick Ross everyday I'm hustling 
You can hear it in my stomach its soul food that goodie

a Jack, nigga Stevie King thriller
Kurt Corleone all white leather limousine tint
White Ross, panorama seats [?]
Stacks on deck, finna bust up in the back

gone? 13th floor elevator song
What's your response

Ripped off, by a system of sick gods
False as Rick Ross and big bosses
Forcing forces, trickle down,

the school cafeteria, you could smell haze
I never smoked though, I was sober minded when picking West
Tryna tell the guys he made better music and he's

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

the steel (yeah, what?)
I'ma need a quarter mil' (yeah, what?)
By next week (yeah)
Nigga, I been ballin', ridin' jetski
(Ballin')
If you feeling tough then

career
Frame by frame
"See, this is where his walnut
Got cracked for talkin’ smack
Got splattered all on his wifey’s
Lap and pillbox hat" the kid pops back

I ain't putting no more lames on 
All by my lonely, I feel like im akon
Bih im sippin tea in yo hood like im trayvon 
All bout my green like my first

I'm livin my best life, yeah
I'm livin my best life 

Rick Ross mansion too lit
White girl while we swimmin
Roc, bay, wit the sprite hit
Js by the pool

yeah i stay wit the flu
I ride wit some killas not faking like you
Your bitch she all on me i told her to shooo
I walk wit a limp im a pimp wit a cane

she stuff her cat
Ross is trapping in the 9, this bitch doing jumping jacks
Whip that choppa through the house, if you wanna live, better hit that

Can I Get Some

King Just

Mystics of the God

1995

got lost and tossed by the source
'cause I pay the cost to be the boss
You get flagged like Betty Ross and the Spangled Banner
Slammin shit more harder

baby please we ain't Ross and Rachel
Let's work through this I don't wanna hate you
Flew by so quick man what has changed you
Flip of a switch has

a flight
Without a light
I'll be navigating in the dark
Living all the drama
Mama worried her first son gon be a rapper
Steady on my grind keep calling

acted white just like an Oreo
Water me and watch me grow and now you see my aura glow
Every day i contemplate my purpose cause I just don't know
All I

Yuh

Pouya

Underground Underdog

2016

dollars just to get a word on a track
I got a bundle for the Caddy, put the rims on the lack
All black
To match the Mac
Me and Ross still gon' verse

These rappers selling souls
Giving up to the deity
Demons on these melodies from
Doing all these LSD's yuh
Mental tripping imma' see you later (LATER)

sleeping like Rick Ross still using rohypnol
I know that's wild but I never act so Karen Civil
Demon shit you stand around me and get no signal (No signal)

silence coz I got nothing to proof

I'm a big boss
Living like Rick Ross
If you don't know the brand nigga just look in the horse
Just by looking at me you

have all my C-notes, higher than an eagle's eyes
I thought you was real, naturally I had to realize
Boy, this MVP shit the closest thing to genocide
I

can't wait Your one sound like cheap imitation copy and paste Not new innovation Only one made it by declaration This again, no simulation What you