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Trickn Off

Gucci Mane

Custom Cars & Cycles

2009

[Chorus]
I took my bitch to lennox mall I call it tricking off
50 bricks just crossed the state, I call it getting across
Gucci, rick ross

I Gotta

Trina

The Glamorest Life

2005

Trina, Rick Ross, Hot Box..

I got a, fat pussy for a cocksucker
I got a, hideout for a cop ducker
I got a, condo for a baller nigga
I got a,

fatter
Yeah they fatter than Rick Ross
And I swipe, swipe, swipe
Could give a fuck about the cost
Look alive
I push that foot to drive
I'm vrooming past

go
Whether thats right I will never know(ugh but here goes nothin)

[Verse 2 - Rick Ross]
When Im alone in my room sometimes I stare at the walls

A Miracle

Birdman

Savage Life 2

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

but no rick Ross
But I can never love no thot
I can never love no thot
Woke up this morning
Last night I was faded
Shawty calls my phone and I look

boss 
Fuck Joss, he's no hoss
I hate his guts and I hope that he never pushes through 
Fuck Joss, he has no sauce 
Fuck Joss, tryna be Rick Ross
He has

Life,Rockstar Life
Ross...t Shit (ye)

É só peça de Designer, Designer Eu to chique!

My pants Raf Simons, My shoes Rick Owens

Dentro da Porsch Vrom Vrom na

Rick Ross
Go to jail pod boss
Paint away bob Ross

Yes I smoke no recollection 
Trump is out next election
Only fat mid section
I am smart intellection

Holla at Me

Fat Joe

Unleashed, Vol. 6

2006

dollar residence
Rick Ross, big chips, AKs, flip clips
Off set rims on a rear six-inch lips
Started on the benches, rose through the trenches
Now I'm

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

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

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

Boys tryna floss, act you tough shit like motherfucking Rick Ross
We all know you ain't the boss, work in an office, bow down to the labels

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

I stay on my boss shii like Rick Ross shii
Gotta stack that Guap up until it a wrap
Money, older than B.I.G and Pac
I ain't going trip when I'm

Savage the way I floss 

No Rick Ross, I stack my chips 

Jeans to be a boss 

No Kris Kross 

Imma be a rich bitch 



( Verse 2 )

Yeah, uh 

I’m so

Okay They say I make a stick talk
Got em pissed off
Eddie James bitch I'm big dog 
Eating Rick Ross
I got bands in a duffle
Heard the feds got tipped

grind, no flip flop
When they see me they say I'm headed for the tip top
Hey, hey
I feel like Rick Ross
I ain't heavyset but I promise I'm a big boss
When

ich will Gold, Gold
Ich will Gold, ich will Gold, Baby

Heavy Metal Payback, wenn die Kette glänzt
Und höre Rick Ross auf meinen AirPods, ich bin

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

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

Blessing in Disguise

Scarface

Mastermind [Deluxe Version]

2014

don't talk, that's raw
Scarface, Rick Ross, big boys
Big boys, Scarface, Rozay, we big boys

Every time I turn around, y'all got something to say about me

what you eat
So I'm eating emcee's
Little nigga I'm a big boss
And I ain't talking about Rick Ross
Self Medicated One
I was heavy on them drugs
Self