Lyrics:
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
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
do, if you looking fuck wrong witchu
Spit so much fire gotta wash it down with some VOSS
And all my niggas getting check, boss not talking Rick Ross
big, it might take a while to get lost
Walking through the park, shirt backward like Kriss Kross
Stumbling & huffing like Rick Ross, a big boss
Grab her
Another dollar
I lost (S)cent
I criss cross
Your ankles is wish washed
Fuck y'all
I'm big boss
No Rick Ross
More lies thy speak
More eyes will weep
get me pissed off
The knowledge I picked up, I applied it so my pockets don't feel light now
They rick Ross
Before he lost weight
It took me 20 years
(Fuck, I got better shit to do)
Yo I put a pound of
Yo I put a pound of weed in a ziplock
Mastermind like Rick Ross
Roll up to a funeral in
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,
on Cool & Dre
Plus Rick Ross was Hustlin' that money outcha like everyday
You knew that I loved you was them three words that I'd never say
Now your
Rick Ross:
See it go like dis started what is
Made it to a burb now im da shit
Nigga thats my word pull up in da whip
See us on da curb hands
boss
Y'all know I got the sauce
Trap hard and take no loss
Black beards and some icy chains
And I look around like I'm Rick Ross
Aye
Feeling high you
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
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
yea
How could I even find
Oh yea oh yea
Looking for my heart but it's lost
Looking for the cross
Would you pay the cost
Pull up like Rick Ross
(You know
'cause you know what you worth
Yo, came through dripping, I know you got the sauce
The only one to make a thug cry, no Rick Ross
The way I touchdown, I’m
rackys for real
Spending it all case a hating ass nigga pull up blicking triggers I'm sinning for real
Hey
Big talk bigger than Rick Ross stick talk always
rick ross huh
If you aint toobing keep it moving thats how I'm moving
I keep improving all my skills like Donatello
I keep smoking on this pack so I'm
off
No lights I still shine
Get mine I’ma get mine
I got it up in no time flies when you love doing your day job
AP no G shock we rock
Rick Ross big
sinning fr
Big talk bigger than Rick Ross stick talk always make a nigga get back
Nigga been a big dawg pit crossed wolf from the hood
Nigga talk hot then
set it on fire and said its a billion
I'm getting to levels that I had perceived
I told j cole we the greatest emcees
I showed rick Ross that tha
a river, Vladimir Putin
Rick, I'm a boss
Cane, I ain't gotta floss
Tiki-taka like Saka
Need a mil in the box
By cane I meant sweet
Know that's flying over
man you can't compute it
Cry me a river, Vladimir Putin
Rick, I'm a boss
Cane, I ain't gotta floss
Tiki-taka like Saka
Need a mil in the box
By cane I
Yo ex mad
Dirty like I just crossed it
Kris Kross shit
On my boss shit
No Rick Ross shit
Palm Angels sweats
Never on my calm shit
Peep the new drip
shoot you gone ride
No time to hide in that coupe shoot that fire
I hate the feeling seeing momma cry
I hate the fact these niggas gotta die
I hate
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