Lyrics:
All this money see us blow it
Uh
Party wit bandits
Say this the anthem
Look at em dancing
I can tell that my life is a movie the way that the camera be
to rock, YOU!
We're the kings of swing
And we're chosen to rule
The deans of clean inside the cool school
We're the chiefs of relief
Contained by wild
Rick Ross: Trilla
Bird-man: brrrr!
[Webbie]
The 'lil soldier wit nothin' clear to see wasn't nobody handin' him shit
Ridin' round town glamor
Cartier frames with the Gucci flip flops (sho')
Blowin' money fast, man, I'ma be Rick Ross (Hitmaka)
Uh, tell these hoes to kick rocks
Bitch
that maybe God is intervenes
With my life like he did so many times in between
A half a block away from the crime scene
A minute earlier and that was me,
baby this our fuckin job
(Ross) i can meet her today
(today) , be in love by tonight (night)
You can bet by tomorrow
(morrow) , she'll be traffickin
up tote
Hang fire up, I choke from the gun smoke
That's on the boss man, my Nina Ross came
Place gangbangers into a coffin
This is renegades, Rick
blow that rape whistle on me
(Squee!) I love it
'Fore I get lost with the gettin' off
Like this is our exit, now lets hit the highway and try not to get
choppin' ya block I don't plizzay
Got dolo for the low, then hit the 2 Way
Peace to Uncle Lisle I miss him everyday, hey
Love dough and love to hate
or confused, we line him up
See, those were the fun days, but now we on gun days
Drive-by shootin', we gon' catch him one way
4 shorties in the back, this is
ones by Jay Z and Rick Ross she
Did that song because she was asked and
Because "Kanye's a genius" She
Did "Bang Bang"
Because she "knew it would be big"
If you on the block, doing dirt or not
Better keep a watch for them RoboCops
They spin a lot, kinda like they Ops
Don't get stopped by them RoboCops
life
Was just as it is
As for this blasphemous world I go after it
Rap is my craft
It's universal like Catholic
After this rappin' biz I still
Will go
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
are not the Migos
Just a couple homies tryna make a couple dollars
If you need me you can call me, tell me where and I'm holla
This is
A good life
We
ride, I ride for Trey-0-5
Trick Daddy! (When I ride, I ride for Trey-0-5)
Rick Ross!
Pitbull!
The Bottom!
Listen Nigga!
Till a nigga D-I-E,
ride, I ride for Trey-0-5
Trick Daddy! (When I ride, I ride for Trey-0-5)
Rick Ross!
Pitbull!
The Bottom!
Listen Nigga!
Till a nigga D-I-E,
should've killed me.
[Rick Ross:]
Why ya hatin on me cause I'm elevatin homie
Every day I find another way to put that paper on me
When the top down ride
model
Pablo shit
Rick Ross shit
But not tha rapper Rick (tha dope dealer)
I wanted to be like tha big dawg in tha hood who gave out tha turkeys out
heartless
Rick Ross done fed you that garbage
This is not a dis
This is just a word for the dope boy
trapping and rapping dealing with life challenges
The way I'm comin' in is like a pelican
And he be in the closet with the Skeletons
Malevolent Lamborghini thats heaven scent
Ay I'm whippin' round town,
The way I'm comin' in is like a pelican
And he be in the closet with the Skeletons
Malevolent Lamborghini thats heaven scent
Ay I'm whippin' round town,
like Criss Cross
Crossed off like Chris Paul
Big guns call 'em Rick Ross
Broke home, make my dick soft
Lick balls then dick pause
I spit raw, make them
come playing cos he's not one of them
And by the way his name is
His name is COZY
As I know we got a whole lot of bosses in here (That's fact)
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