Lyrics:
When I'm up just give my privacy
Think it's best I'm a bit mo conscious
Wants what's best for u
I guess we got some in common
Aint none tell me this shit
turn the heat
Make it hot, make it hot, hot, come on, uh
[Slick Rick]
Her legends, trying keep it soulful
But just since its (Slick Rick) being an old
you slept on
Mind over matter just be careful what you rest on
Dawg
Nigguhz wasn't there when we slept on floors
Now these nigguhz on woods and I ain't
and there ain't no fly shit in your closet
How can you be happy when that surrounded by the cost
And Rick Ross just keep screaming "be a boss"
I need
it.
This gang violence has got us feeding the system,
the Central Intelligence Agency provided dope,
for Freeway Rick Ross to push it, he said it
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)
[Yo who made this, King Bain on the beat so you know you bouta turn up]
Aye
Criss-cross
Im mixing ya girl like apple sauce
No ine rick ross, but they
pockets on rick Ross
Pull up make a pit stop
All dese bitches eyein me got em pissed off
He be actin hard but the nigga real slick soft
If I put it on em
So I've spent this time just on my grind, hustlin' like Rick Ross
But now my head is clear, got no fear, and I'm ready
We have a good time, she feeling
(twenty-five!), in the kitchen (cookin' food!)
Baby "We The Best", quit, hate the rest
Dade County, you name it (what up!)
You roll it, I like it (Ross!)
She
chicken in the
Last ten years that's why you've been off
Every time he goes on Instagram and
Sees a picture of Rick Ross
Rockin' a long rocky chain
With
the sauce
Call me the boss
Call me Rick Ross
Feeling like a raven
Staying in the sky
Death what I'm craving
All I know is how to fly
I'm a shaman and I'm
changed her climate
Aint no time for no conversation
Its money or nothing
Im on my Rick ross everday feels like I be hustling
Moving city to city so fast
everybody'd speak
When he walked in they'd say (Hi Rick)
And when he passed by, they'd say (Dumb Dick)
Really hard-headed, cause he said he had juice
But it was
everybody'd speak
When he walked in they'd say (Hi Rick)
And when he passed by, they'd say (Dumb Dick)
Really hard-headed, cause he said he had juice
But it was
same thang game came when I left em
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie
But I'm his Royal Slickness ghetto weakness come Rick is
'cause
On the beach just chillin out
Six puerto rican hoochies just me, boosie, and rick ross
Bet a hundred on that Saints game
Kinda pissed off I just
She's the one I wanna bus
Let her know that she's the boss
The way she move her waist and toss
Makes me spend money like Rick Ross
I'm going loko,
you
And every time I think that it's over and done
You make me fall back in love
You got me just torn
[Chorus]
Rick Ross
I met her like
the music in they ears, they would have lost it
The seventh album by a musician they both revered
First time this planet heard it, let's call it a world
Yeah yeah
I'ts DJ Speedsta baby
Shout out to Yung Swiss one time
It's that David Genaro remix
David Genaro gettting Robert de Niro
I think I'm David
to da swamp
Bitch ain't ever matter where we is, y'all getting punked
Yall look like Rick Roll
Bitch we feel like Rick Ross
The new double boss ropping
to the scene like Rick Ross
Then Im on crown like King Case
Then I run the town like Usain
Then I run the town line Cube
It ain't nun new, just a bigger city
you a hoe and a bitch who just watches, but shit, it don't matter I'm taking off
Like rockets. I pop him with glocks and the optical
Dropping the opps
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