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flossed up bossed up rick ross
Lil bitch killing these hoes holocausts
Lil bitch lit bout to twerk her ass off
Lil bitch pussy popping with her fucking

New Patek

Lil Uzi Vert

New Patek

2018

said "Lil Uzi so great"

OK, your girlfriend like my drip (drip, uh)
Happy birthday to that bitch (bitch)
Yeah, the one that suck my dick (dick, uh)

Written by: Brian Gibbs, Rage Santana

Yeah,Yeah
I said I'm ballen with my dogs thats a good feeling ehh
Hit some new pussy thats a good healing

hitch hiking put my thumb in her asshole
Throw that ass back and we gon' celebrate ya'
If ya' titties small baby we gon' decorate em
You won't regret it

bitch jam nigga I'll die by my stick
And if a nigga want smoke then you know we giving it
Damn nigga yeah you know we sending hits
If a nigga got bread

get the track list
Wax on wax off I pay what cost don't drip in Rick still rich like Ross
Please hold my spliff while I spit my bar
Please pardon my

allat 
Got you hopeful and wishing
..
Gatta stay pimping 
I do not listen 
I do it all if I wanna 
Huhn 
Plus i am a boss 
On my Rick Ross 
I get high off

Word, back then I was going by Twenty Banz
At a time where I didn't have any bands
I was cappin' my raps full of many shams
Flexing my birthday money

a chauffer
Cause she see how I treat my new girl
Don't ever take blessings for granted if you don't appreciate it'll be gone in a blur
Thank God I'm alive, I

day it is
I don't even know how Imma pay my rent
I know, donating platelets again
At your birthday, Imma make an appearance
After your birthday
I'm paid

Call me the rap Tony Jah
It's like someone stole my elephant
The way i attack this track
I feel stronger than Samson
But i don't need a Delilah
Just give

like a twist off, my lawyer say "gets off"
Y'all may- back my music group like I was rick Ross huh

I know I know that shit Ill - shit ill
I know I know

gone take a loss, yea we given him the sauce
Imma big boss, yea like Rick Ross
Yea I'm wishing you well, all the way from ATL
Picking up my cell, telling

2wo3ree like I'm Rich Paul
Do it real big old Rick Ross
Lo Lane til my soul lift off
Cocaine flow a nikka spit soft
Running through the bass like its Disch

to be in love
Chasing money on my
Catching feelings on my own
Yeah, big dog
Imma boss like Rick Ross
Lou Ferrigno pissed off
If you ain't about it then

Got my bag up i upgraded my fashion
Feeling like Rick Ross slide in a Ashton
These rappers be cap & the industry castin
I got some money now she want me

He use sticks he dont got muscle
You cant knock me off the hustle
For all the dogs my K9 tussles
Greyhounds put em onna muzzle
Cut you wit my saw I

shit get replaced
Run it up stack it up to my waist
House by da bank
A hunnit a week for da dank
Taking track Anne Frank
Markin days I been fucked over

stack it up to my waist
House by the bank
Hundred a week for the dank 
Taking track Anne Frank
Markin’ all the days I been fucked over
Paid by the day now

No mingle
Yeah
I'm in my bag
No this my lane
I rap bout bands
And sing my pain
Don't hold my hand
It's not yo main
It's not Kristennnn
That's not My

shoe, I'm tryna tuck

That bitch in Ho, nigga, that ain't leanin', bitch, That's
Robitussin I gotta switch up my Glock, we ain't Do no
Tusslin' Rick Ross

knees to pray I fall
I've done more than bleed
I swear i've sacrificed it all
Bitch I'm a Dawg
What the fuck you thought
Real big boss
Like Rick Ross

talkin' about Ocho a lic
But I came in here with my glick
So please try hit dat lick
Nina get the sparkin' and barkin'
It slaughter everybody shit 45 on my

off, tryna get my pocket like Rick Ross
Heavy on the sides and we lift off, I'm a big dog
I'm getting miss calls, but I miss y'all like damn (Damn, damn)