Lyrics:
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
mom worked at Burger King
My dad was a cable guy
We wondered how we ate at night
And then they got divorced
I was crying when they said goodbye
(I love
it dog
Everyone’s praying on my downfall, I’m the outlaw
Hit em all with the southpaw, I’ll never take a loss
I’m a major boss, like I’m Rick Ross
You
of my time just like Rick Ross
Everybody wanna follow me call me big boss
My names Shifty, I'm the nice guy
Gucci on my fucking wrist that you can't buy,
yes rick you said it, we have to change,
and I've just been told that I am
in the top 10 (ten) turkey itunes with my best of,
All this is love, when
Luving U is Off, I knew I would pop
Foot is on the gas, you can smell the exhaust
Turned into a boss, feel like I'm Rick Ross
I can't take a loss,
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
like Rick Ross HUH
Young nigga with the what
Young nigga with the sauce Yerrrr
Bitch I’m a boss
Young nigga with the sauce Ayeo
They gimme a loss
Then I
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
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
the trigger
Sipping on the liquor getting litter
Only money moves for a boss
Rick flair drip Rick Ross
We don’t do no snitch don’t talk
Sniper to yo head pop
homie
She gotta show love to my homie
Tryna get down? my homie
Fuck round get killed by my homie
Play enough game by my my homie
I know they heard about
this
We need time just to kick it like this
She licking my lips,she digging my kicks
So we did it like this,its rick Ross I'm the man of the hour
She
Hook:
Rick, Rick
Favorite designer is Rick,
Rick, Rick,
Sleepin your hoe with the Rick,
Rick, Rick,
Spend all my money on Rick,
指甲全身都黑色
Rick
crime homie, time for dyin' homie
[Chorus: x 2]
[Rick Ross]
It's truly a miracle, that boy still a live
'Cause I was sellin' bo in '95
Ridin'
Paintin' on the boy like I'm Bob Ross
Big Boss, yeah, call me Rick Ross
Locked up just like a dreadlock
Hunnid points, yeah, that's a headshot
Down
bottles, gold bottles, never sober up
Ditch Jesus, In gold I Trust
I solemnly swear to wear my cross and stunt
Separate myself by sticking out just because
until it goes soft (She don't stop sucking until it goes soft)
And my girl a boss bitch (Boss) Rick to my Ross bitch (Ross) Kris to my Kross bitch (Kross)
All I do is win
I can never take a loss
I'm gone pass you
If our paths cross
I'm so big you can call me
Rick Ross huh
I'm a boss
I'm a boss
I
to keep the cash running,
You my official lady, no booin like mcgrady, don't do nobody favors,
Tell em fuck off and pay ya, thats what I love about you,
Rick Ross, Loyd, street life
Ain't nothin' but the street life
That's money, cars and hoes
It's the only life I chose
Street life, ain't
this is this
Is d block I keep my heat cocked I represent the south
And new york nonstop
[Chorus]
Muah you gotta love it though 'cause now I
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
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
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