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rival I guess you Rick Ross
Mad cause to you little yorkies I'm a big dawg
Self made dope spitter whole verse of fentanyl
When in album mode its like I

ear
That at two you would like to hear
Kriss Kross and Rick Ross at 2am
Jump around and get down to Here I Am
Face down and back up till the morning

off
Shot caller
Fuck a big coin I want big dollaz
How you be a boss
With the worker problems
You ain't Rick Ross
You a Richie dollaz
You a bitch boy
You

on my lap looking like Santa Claus
Don't talk shii, these ears got walls
Pause, pockets look like Rick Ross
Damn, small nigga got big balls
Jump on these

A Miracle

Birdman

Purple Codeine, Vol. 16

2008

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

I'm dropping so they pushing back releases
I could drop a diamond album by myself don't need no features
This weed from out the country brought it over

of shit, I'm rapping in a song
I gotta a lot fans, not including ya mom
I'm in tip top condition, I can't be wrong
I'm feeling myself like I'm Rick Ross
I'm

Rick Ross, I be with gunplay
You grind hard, you could reach this one day
I learned the game young, and knew that I would teach it some day
I'm bool,

off the backboard
Fuck a Grammy, that is not what I come back for
I came for hip-hop, niggas forgot to lock the back door

Live by the code, die by

appearance
But it's a fact that wit a beard people take you more serious
Fuck my bitch then i hit her wit the Rick Ross uh
Aye dawg u ain't gotta front stop

traveling across
Criss cross apple sauce I'll turn the naysayers into pudding
While I scream like I'm Rick Ross
Mr. Raymond's on fire, I'll fill your lungs

with Pill like Rick Ross
That spread game so strapped, talk shit and I clap
Leave a nigga tongue by feet, and his lung by cheek
Man, I left a nigga

bussin  
Run up Onna squah, might load choppa at ya muffin 
Need dat cash I need dat sack no rick Ross I need two maybachs 
Hold dat rock don't trip don't

Why they talk to me, leave em' mute
Kick that bitch out, yeah you know she got the fuckin' boot
Feelin' like a boss, Rick Ross, fuck the cost
Feelin'

ain’t got drive like a pit stop
I flip a bag, I don’t flip flop
Double my Ms like Rick Ross
Shameless, Rick Fox
They ain’t do nothing but they always big

either way you gon' be mine
Tell your ex to suck a dick I know he pissed off
Pockets gettin fat in these Amiris call them Rick Ross
I swear I wanna kiss

Blessing in Disguise

Scarface

Mastermind [Deluxe Version]

2014

think
I've been knowing Ross since he was Teflon
Same nigga now it was back then, nothing stepped on
Dopeman, dopeman yelling
Cook it 'til it's rock hard,

and there ain't no fly shit in your closet
How can you be happy when that surrounded by the cost
And Rick Ross just keep screaming "be a boss"
I need

to send my love to my friend Rick Ross
Rick, I'm immensely appreciated
In giving me love and keeping my name
In your music for the past two decades
It

gloss
Pop a perc' now I'm on lift off
Ass still fat, it's on Rick Ross
You bitches, make a nigga dick soft
Bitch ball like I'm at tip off
Get it wet,

them on Rick Ross

I'm more than a rapper, I'm more like a mogul
Only 15 and I'm killing it solo
The way that she ride it, you'd think she do BMX
Go up

Yeah... Bucks... In The Bucks We Trust

I keep on getting better by the day
I'm working gotta an album on the way
I'm thankful for the blessings that

the blue, they confused, now they look lost

CEO of CHS, big homie just like Rick Ross
Little ass nigga, hella jewelry, I'm a big boss
Used to be broke, now

like Rick Ross
Bet your girl dance to this on TikTok
Big boss man with the shit hot tan
Man with a plan, forget your lockdown
Back with a bang, some shit