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Raw
I’m a big boss like rick ross
You ain’t talkin money nigga get lost
Beils of exotic in a zip lock
Fuckin on these hoes in my flip flops
Trap
Big

Big dawg I just lost a dub 
But that shit small
Big boss push it to the limit 
I’m like Rick Ross
Niggas soft rappers living backwards 
Call em criss

to shine
Here you go again just breaking my mind
Never taking my life but my livelihood
Always get tight cause I'm right and I'm by the book
Never in sight

drop her jaw
Gave me her number she like lock me In
I
Been working hard
I keep them clippers by my side
Can't let them haters hurt my pride
Like is you

Criss cross on the beat (criss cross), tip toe can you see (tip toe)
Rick ross ima G (real G), Tic Tic Boom explode on the scene (boom) 
Gotta drive

they hit you, you fall like a titan
Pockets feeling fat Rick Ross no diet
I could do this shit in my sleep that's no trying
I always keep the iron on me

him like a pear
How I feel like Rick Ross
Shout out to his mommy
I ain't sorry for your loss
Bring him back to life
Just to do it all again
Thought you

the biggest boss
And I'm working hard I been feeling like the biggest dawg
And these pockets fat they reminding me of Rick Ross
Now I shop at Neiman's been

(Pour up)
They know I'm a boss rick ross, that Briscoe nigga steady scheming
I get the cake like this shit my birthday the baddies stay eating (Eat it up)

Trap Money

Flame

The 6th

2012

heartless
Rick Ross done fed you that garbage
This is not a dis
This is just a word for the dope boy
trapping and rapping dealing with life challenges

find me 
Coming deep 
From the bottom (Mud)
Ima feast 
On you haters 
And I'm done 
Doing favors 
I don't fuck with you lames (No)
yeah don't fuck with

Yeah, watch them RoboCops
Ayo, I used to be a CO like Rick Ross
Til an inmate took a trip from the fifth floor
Hands cuffed, face first till he hit jaw

give 'em one fuck
Fools get slammed like it's b-balls (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
Shawty want a pair, but I ain't rick ross
You think I'm a witch? I'll let

wit them keys, glick by my hip on my face a ski
Run up we uppin & buckin, do hits out a car now we gotta junk it
I'm out back with the pack, Lil Uzi ima

things you can't discover
Symere Woods and Wilburn, got too much sauce
Double R cullinan that's some boss shit
Rick Ross, move him out the way he guarding

bitch feel like Rick Ross I'm on my boss

Shit at the function I fucked three hoes in This bitch that's why they ain't saying
Shit niggas trying to be

dem fat like Rick Ross
(Woii)
Think fast when di ting buss
Cause it quick like it come outta di slingshot (Woii)
Dem ah hide when di ting pop
Dem cyaan

a game that we live in you gotta play it right
Step out in Ricks
Step out in Ricks
Step out in Ricks
Step out in Ricks
Step out in Ricks
Step out in Ricks

repent
Look what Malcolm did
Where you really think that Malcolm is?
I'ma get backlash for that
But the God I serve won't take him back
How you talk about

or hold your peace
Yes you balling but it's minor league
I don't wear no furs got fleece
Me and griff got hits on a spree
Crocks on the feet but I'm still

face look like the O in Dennis Schröder
And my God he is Solid like brick Walls
Know My soul can be Richer than Rick Ross
Tryna teach a lesson when i'm

big dawg, gotta eat
Like I'm Rick Ross, we lost, you a sheep
Man, I'm Big Sean, finally famous, a machine
Man, I'm ticked off, little raw, little me,

Lights off no talking on this night
Swinging off like I'm lost in a fistfight
Lights off like a boss up on this mic
Rick Ross when I'm talking my

carol city
Where Rick Ross been
Said you got this n that
Man that’s that nonsense
That's my Sonya Blade
Hit em in the neck
Pop em with the tech
Bitch I