Lyrics:
5'1" But my attitude 6'4"
Got some bitches that'll kick in your front door
You don't pop shit bitch, what you cappin for
I'll stomp your ass out for
I just died in your arms tonight
It must have been something you said
I just died in your arms tonight
I keep looking for something I can't get
a loss
I’m a major boss, like I’m Rick Ross
You ain’t fucking with me then you gone get flipped off
List of rappers I’m better than I can list em off
They
by the chicks in the club
Now they want to rub my belly wanna show ya boy some love
They see me iced up they be like wassup?
Try to jack me if you
to that Boss
All my cars black on black except the one with big gloss
Got another white on white I call that ho rick Rick Ross (Ross) (Ha ha ha ha)
And let me see you work it
They be like, Diamond, love your music
You look good in person
I treat this beat like a slave by the way I work it
It's for
Assassinate Pablo Escobar, perhaps your middle man,
Noriega, not a dip in the system
Increase shipments in the wake of a so-called victory
For the DEA, no
rolled up in the bent
Roll up get your head
Hands up on the shit load up
Get the clips no love in this bitch
Throw hope in this bitch i feel A1
With a boy
"The Lord as my witness, Lord as my witness, there's not!
There's not a better MC than Rick motherfuckin' Ross, Lord as my witness
And when a nigga
my white gon' be Off
Your diamonds fugazi, don't none of it cost
Whip that double R crazy, won't do me like Ross (no)
Cherish my freedom, don't live
in your nightmares you scared
Everytime you run by the block boy I'm there
Sick of all that weak ass shit that you wear
Lyrics be electric they calling
to women
Just wanna get em drunk shut em up and get up in em
She tipsy off six shots
She's feelin my Rick Ross
She wanna lick a rapper and roll wit a big
I,
I just died in your arms tonight
it must have been something you said
I just died in your arms tonight
uh
Oh I,
I just died in your arms tonight
gate
(Colgate) with that Scope in your mouth
Now let's get to them arms
Cause that's a must
No now let's to them arms cause that's a musk
As far as heat
b low the money, that louie bag of hundreds,
We trying to holla, but she be hella fronting, she never met a nigga real as
[Chorus]
[Rick Ross
me and Britney, a dancer
Know your shit authentic by the way your hat fit on you, with it
I'm like the Blair Witch nigga in the rented
Curtains in
reppin' my city
I be reppin' my city, no one can do it better
[Rick Ross:]
Let the top back on the Chevy
Then I crank up the boom
Smellin' Issey
Independent free way thoughts Ricky Ross
Couldn't swim so you drowned in hate
Imagine I was taking food off my plate
Just for you to eat a bigger piece of cake
She's loving by proxy, no give and all take
'Cause I've been thrilled to fantasy one too many times
Oh I, I just died in your arms tonight…
It was
in you died before your death
And now that you left I can finally pay my respects
I almost lost my breath too keep it real I wept
I smoked away too
just died
And went to heaven
And went to heaven
Beaten and bathed in blood
I'm hit by, I'm hit by your love and drug
And now that you've c-come
know I got more M's than a real Slim Shady video
(I'm the real Shady)
Big Boss, less Rick Ross, more like a wavy Hideo
Kojima, they tote steamers
I just died in your arms tonight
It must have been something you said
I just died in your arms tonight
I keep looking for something I can't get
lucky, indespically lucky, debauched!
Oooooh, you've got your hands on Running Free, Sanctuary,Murders in the Mooo Rooooga... oah, The Rue
Morgue, all
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