Lyrics:
how high
I'll be thinking of you the whole time
I'm carrying this heavy load
I don't know what to do
The only thing I know is that
I'm in love with you
but I'm blockin' like goalies
You gone stay right by my side what you told me
She see my diamonds they shiny and glowy
How you gone leave me then fuck
niggas want to fuck wit ross
Point a mile who really want to touch the boss
I ride around all the time no tints on the benz
Cell phone flipped out
tell me how you feel nigga
One trillion
I'ma keep it real with ya all I really care about is hundred dollar bills
I'm tryin to get a mill
And you should
and all the talking
Ooo you made me pull the chopper
Drive-by or body
It's doesn't really matter
Trust me You gettin handled
Regardless of the matter
I
open my mouth shit that's the sound
They go "Brra-Tat-Tat" so you betta watch out
Ouch!
[Rick Ross]
Bitch I got money too
"Trilla" album comin' soon
love? Do the scars really heal up?
From all the pain that done built up, but they don't feel us (Jesus)
A week done flew by, the big bro ridin' then he
to the fade
(What?) leave him in bloody puddle
Then I dump him in a grave (Talk)
All you niggas really lame
You can't get with us (God damn)
Mikey kickin'
your dad
Burnt ya mama crib, I know that hurt you bad
Minstrel shows, from gold to shackles and back to gold
We act like we home, matter fact, we are
you chose the wrong lover
By the way that You play your game
Put a talk that your field done changed
But baby now all you can say for yourself is I
Doesn't matter what your friends are telling you
Doesn't matter what my family's saying too
It just matters that I'm in love with you
It only
suicide
Yeah, you hate me, but I know you love me
I'm with Scruff & c4pri, yeah, lil' bitch
We going crazy (Do I love you? Maybe)
That bitch all on my
Hey
drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall
drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall
get a singin' lesson
But I always be forgettin' that I always be finessin'
All she really ever do is give me swimmin' lessons
I be swimmin' all up in
in love with the G, so she tatted my name (Ross!)
I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far
Ten black Maybachs back to back in a lane
I'ma make it
leech
Never cared what you make 'cause it's in my reach
Every day I wake up and I pray for Black Bo
Damn, I miss my nigga, that's what really matter
have a Shoulder to Lean
Beat the trap I got drums no Tommy Lee
Haters doing they job I never mind em
How the hell they doing all that talk but you
niggas want to fuck wit ross
Point a mile who really want to touch the boss
I ride around all the time no tints on the benz
Cell phone flipped out
Ain't even really know how to rap yet
I was just a click-clack vet'
Go find my nigga AR and ask him, if you wanna fact check
Y'all heard it first
love? Do the scars really heal up?
From all the pain that done built up, but they don't feel us (Jesus)
A week done flew by, the big bro ridin' then he
the states
UFO
Swear I'm not of this race
That's why she call like ET all day
Saw me on BET then Pompeii
What up CBlack lil T and Lil Tay
Showed the boy love
a curse in a verse when it's met by the FCC why you can't even see my
Point of view I can pick a few that done made it through Ariel when it's under
nothing new
If you don’t believe that he exists
You’ll be added to one of the lists
Of humans whose opinions don’t matter
Another fact that logic can’t
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