Lyrics:
the humbles I was shootin ( ? )
And now my time has come
And now hip-hop's an industry polluted by bums
Posin with guns, they're puffin mad blunts
Aiyo,
can't slow it down
Because I'm sitting on top of the world and I'm not comin' down
[Rick Ross:]
Burnin' butter got it smellin' like it's butterscotch
Cartier frames with the Gucci flip flops (sho')
Blowin' money fast, man, I'ma be Rick Ross (Hitmaka)
Uh, tell these hoes to kick rocks
Bitch
grind, no flip flop
When they see me they say I'm headed for the tip top
Hey, hey
I feel like Rick Ross
I ain't heavyset but I promise I'm a big boss
When
it's God's plan
God won't give me nothing I can't handle
Family meetings we holding hands but I can't handle
I think I'm crying for all the times I
to bring
Them back a little bit later but we have
This very special highly
Evolved permutated tango it's
Actually a perverted tango by the time yes
It's so
Putting my feets on the table I feel like Rick Ross
I ain't talking bout fame I ain't talking bout racks just feeling that
Stop playing with me
Just wanna welcome y'all
Go time unplugged
A lot going on out here right now you know
But let's get to it
Y'all ready fellas
Big dog
Big dog
On my
it healing
I feel like my heart is just breaking
Why the fuck God always taking the things that just matter the most
I just feel like a ghost does he
making love
I don’t know what it feels like
But I know baby this feels right
We can just call it love
Watch the sunrise
Through your brown eyes
Stay by
come outside
Come get to know me spend some time
I promise you it's gone be fine, form a line like
Bum bum, bum bum
Bum bum, bum bum
It don't matter
to send my love to my friend Rick Ross
Rick, I'm immensely appreciated
In giving me love and keeping my name
In your music for the past two decades
It
the sauce, huh
Feeling like a young boss, huh
Feeling like I'm Rick Ross, huh
Hundred dollars in the city man
All these fuck niggas man they hate it, huh
the box Rick, knock 'em out Rick)
I don't know, I think he be crackin' it up or something (knock 'em, knock 'em, knock 'em)
Well, good night (knock 'em,
said, "Ranger Rick, this isn't personal"
Matter of fact, he ain't have no plans of hurting him
But he walked in in an unfortunate time
Sorry, Ranger Rick
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
Yo, who that jawn
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
P.K. Rez
And I don't got time for my enemies
Gone shine, don't care what you say to me
Eating good, Rick Ross
onlyfans money
And bro just said he knew his time was comin he just had to wait
Wrap em up until dey lose smell how many bags it take
Pack em up and drive
Think it's time we make arrangements
Finally wiggle out they mazes
Find me out in different places
And 'The Spook By The Door' this the infiltration
the humbles I was shootin ( ? )
And now my time has come
And now hip-hop's an industry polluted by bums
Posin with guns, they're puffin mad blunts
Aiyo,
Rick Ross:
See it go like dis started what is
Made it to a burb now im da shit
Nigga thats my word pull up in da whip
See us on da curb hands
you just lost
Don't matter paper stacks CEO or the big boss
Drive a Maybach Big Tymer or you Rick Ross
Don't give a damn bout your pride boy your soul
they say 9 times outta 9
I'll shine regardless
Niggas I'm Flawless
From Lit Lost and abandoned
I went Rick Ross in the bando
These niggas can't
my story tell it live
Just like one of them preachers that's standing outside
I was told by my pops that real niggas don't even cry
We just live thru
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