Lyrics:
"Hustlin'", you know, Rick Ross
Keep your eyes open, don't get lost
Lost in this place lost in this place
Lost in this place lost in this place
fool, I could see it in your eyes
To come this way was by no means wise"
"Get up, stand up, you greedy-lipped wench
And cover your face or suffer
Bitch I ran up these bands so I can't rock no vans
I might cop me a drac and blow it ain't your mans
I got these bands and I stuffed in my pants like Rick
by Rick Ross.. Boss of everything but your own Temple...
Know that everything in the universe started with your Mental.. complex but simple.. in
And if you don't then brother you're lost
I had a Ross, traded it in for a horse
It died, I made glue, it's no loss
I'm the boss at my job 'cause I hire
And if you don't then brother you're lost
I had a Ross, traded it in for a horse
It died, I made glue, it's no loss
I'm the boss at my job 'cause I hire
pocketing
When she see me she drop her jaw
Gave me her number she like lock me In
I been clocking in no TikTok
Big boss like I'm Rick Ross
My wrist on what
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
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,
your man's and them
I be jumpin' in the whip with
One of my friends, 'Cause I
Can do bad, b-bad by my damn self
I'm a hustler baby, don't need your damn
addicted to dope
You don't want the smoke, you'll choke when I tie your neck in a rope
Seal your fate like an envelope, you and your boys put the whores in
hot!
Throwing punches like this is all I got
But even Jig saw how I put pieces in a jigsaw
You might be 50 but I am Rick Ross
The big boss
Take small Ls
nigga, give a caterpillar wings he ain't died my nigga
If I don't speak I'm a choke my nigga, if I don't breathe then I'll croak my nigga
Why you got your
ross in it
Cha pussy put respect on my name
You nerd niggas thinking life is a game
Got that been on your body i don't need to aim
If you didn't know
2Pac died
Puttin' dust in they weed, after they heard How High
KRS was the main one, I heard Stay Wise
Before, N.W.A., you never thought of drive-by
I be balling like I'm Mike
Make a million, make it twice
What's in your blunt? It's the spice
These niggas rating they be mice!
You been a broke
better lay it down if You can’t stand it
2G take off loose rope get cross
Got bails on boats face gator lacrosse
I’m on the road freeway Rick Ross
I’m
(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
Yeah, they call me Pak Man and everybody know my name
Yeah, let me introduce myself, they call me Pak Man
I makes it all about your cash man, get it by
get the track list
Wax on wax off I pay what cost don't drip in Rick still rich like Ross
Please hold my spliff while I spit my bar
Please pardon my
Was caught in bondage
By sin that are common
Wanted to be free
But something wouldn't let me
Tried to get way from harm
My Spirit man's alarmed
Only
talking about penelope
Im getting into it, I'm talking with melody
I never been the type that's fueled by jealousy
I slide in her pussy like santa do
our greatest of heroes a man
Fling your beavers aloft and give three ringing cheers
For John Kelly the boy from Killane
Enniscorthy's in flames
to say squeeze, you can see cheese
Don't be a poser
And now we got older
Smoking on doja cat
Many checks getting fat imma boss like a skinny rick Ross
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