Lyrics:
was becoming
I don't want to in your arms
I just want to die
Don't want to die in you arms
I just want to die
And like a marionette doll
Oh,
is the Terminator round the Earth, like e-quator
Like a ring, on the finger, He surround, no more danger
Like a Boss, no Rick Ross
Emmanuel, paid
your money up that's your loss (That's your loss)
Took too many L's had to turn into a boss
Got me flexin' on my diamonds like I was Rick Ross (Rick
OK, I'm reloaded (Ain't expect this)
The homey, Elvis Freshly (Uh huh) and Rick Ross-teen (Nigga)
He Back (I see ya, nigga)
I'm back (I smell that
the game like you a Rick Ross
Shakira diamonds shaking by the beat drop
Once they under you, never let them up top
Check the whole crew like they a Nike
Give
just like Rick Ross
Up on my cheek still got the stain from your lip gloss
People down on me but I know imma go the distance
I see all my haters and they
eyes, that you been hypnotised by me
You say that I can’t you see you blush
But baby I can feel the rush
You get hotter the more that we touch in here
I
signed to MMG, money, murder and guns
Rick Ross was official, I knew him a long time
'Cause he took off his shades just so he can look in my eye
Back
the queen will still reign here,
I'm Santa Clause to these hoes without a reindeer
Saint Nick, Ross, hey Rick, I just got a toy, cost 850
Now I'm in
afraid
As long as you're next to me
So tell me, will you hold me
When the curtains close
If I died in your arms
It's right where I'm supposed to be
One of the greatest rapper, walk - I'm sayin'
In the field makin' my brick without hayin'
Mad busy kid, nah whip cut here
You, boy, drop your
One of the greatest rapper, walk - I'm sayin'
In the field makin' my brick without hayin'
Mad busy kid, nah whip cut here
You, boy, drop your
Okay, I'm reloaded
The homey, Elvis Presley and Rick Ross teen
Be back, I'm back
I'm back, I'm back
It's nowhere to go
I'm talkin' Japanese
of town
Just to ride by, see me hustlin' (muah, uh-uhh)
My lil' cuz say she see me juggin'
Either that, then she see me strugglin'
In the hood, you only
lil' nigga cause your cheese is average,
In the Benz AK ridin' shotgun,
It's a Benz 'cause your broke 'till you got one,
It ain't nothing do a 100 in
some money in a coin, it's flippin' by itself
Stop pocket watchin', stack your profits, maintain healthy wealth
Thought I was on one, We the best, yeah,
the bedside table
The curtains are closed, the cats in the cradle
Who would've thought that a boy like me could come to this
I, I just died in your arms
died in your arms tonight
It must've been something you said
I just died in your arms tonight
Oh-oh-oh, whoa
I, I just died in your arms tonight
talk
Big talk
Pockets
Rick Ross
Forever ball
Yeaaaaaa
We link
We lock
She give me top
We gone drop the top
We gone mini golf
And fall in love
I call
bitch in my mufuken flipflop
Young nigga fly like a mufucken peacock
Should brought racks that’s fat like Rick Ross
Should’ve brought racks that’s fat
Sitting on my ones in my room sniff another line
Yeah I'm crying on my ones yeah thinking bout the times
Sitting down by the river baby girl I miss your
people buy your cd so that you can eat,
It was for love that I started music in 2006 (two thousand and six),
Little by little, I grew up, and I'm feature
been tired of chasin' dreams, but I'm gon' chase it
Shit, we ain't never had a shot, how we gon' take it?
Success is in my arm reach, and I can taste
walk
They don't like the way I ball, I'll love it when I see them fall
I just wanna be a boss, I wanna be like Rick Ross
I give it up to God, I'll cop it
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