Lyrics:
y'all
Catch a body with bars, watch the body fall
Then drop the body off
I'm about to body y'all
My tongue like a gun
It's time to let a slugs spray
I
get ya face twist
Cartel cocaine by the cases (cases)
Cartel mo' cars then the races (races)
A-K's on a lear jet (g-4)
Rick Ross I'ma Real threat
her fuckin' birthday, bitch twerk that ass (Twerk that ass)
That's my best friend, that's my fucking bestie
Can't fuck with you hoes 'cause you messy
aim had made him jump like he from criss cross
Put my money in a grave like i'm Rick Ross
Got my fingers in a bunch everywhere you see me
Shawty said I
a problem then you got a problem (bitch)
She gon' twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk that ass
Like it's her fuckin' birthday, bitch twerk that ass (twerk
I'm on my hustle......BITCH
Like russell simmons or simon garfunkel.....BITCH you heard
What i said i'm on my HUSTLE.......BITCH
Like rick ross minus
Walkin' out, sittin' out, Chris Paul
Walk around doing my Crip Walk (Two, Two)
Two twin glocks, let the clip talk
Imma big boss like Rick Ross
He
shawty at the club with a fake Rick Ross
Who don't know the cost
Never me, my Venmo balance higher than your checking balance little boy know there's
My money clean like I too a bath with it on an orange tab
bitches always gossip like holdup pause,
I am not Rick Ross but I am cruising
Cruising down
Woah I'm a big shot with the head rock twin glocks - Shakewell
Make another check at a pit stop
Rick Ross with da big body tell my team to meet in
that lives behind the case
And get to give it away
My gold erupted from volcano's in the heavens
And every shrine that existed in time melting
Tombs
Thought you were my dawg but saw the paper, you a snitch
I just want the maybach feel like rick Ross
Let me hit it quick up in my flip flops
Know I get you
Ima get the money
Ima split it with my bro’s bro’s
Nah this ain’t my flow
Long live bankroll
Push it to the limit
Til my pockets
On rick Ross
Shawty
crime homie, time for dyin' homie
[Chorus: x 2]
[Rick Ross]
It's truly a miracle, that boy still a live
'Cause I was sellin' bo in '95
Ridin'
With a bad reputation
It's a sign of the nation's decay
But the dog in the station
Doesn't need a vacation
As the people rush by dressed in gray
A DOG
baby submissive
back to my regular business
Rick Ross incentives
I’m pushin it to the limit
Big boss I get it
Off of the pick I’m relentless
I
in my dirty white Vans, ayy
Eenie, meenie, miney, moe
I catch a thotty by her throat
Grip it till she yelling all out
But don't let her go, ayy
Ate
my Dick Soft
Rick Ross
Shoutout to that man but I'm Big Boss
His fault thought he had a plan it got picked off
Came from a Honda to a Beam had
wanna take us,
Cause we bringing all of the paper, n
From nothing, to something,
You know us we the Usual Suspects.
[Rick Ross]
17 trying man up,
shit down at the Barclays (uh-huh)
I fucked her at Ross place
I ran it up, fillin' my dawg's safe (uh-huh)
Cashed out on some dog, yay
You niggas was
Damn, Damn, Damn fortyyy
Can’t be knocked off nigga I’m the Top Dawg
Bitch, I’m the big boss pockets on Rick Ross
Bitch, got my dick, in her mouth
big dawg
Got a boss in the game just like rick ross
Thats my nigga and we making big calls
Ima have to run it up, fuck the refs cause they always missin
the town, yeah, yeah
And lil' baby got some ass, the way that it bounces, yeah, yeah
Paintin' on the boy like I'm Bob Ross
Big Boss, yeah, call me Rick Ross
brother right on my birthday
It won't ever be the same that's like my worst day
I don't care how it seem dog That shit there hurt me
U can lead
_(cropped).jpg/218px-Rick_Ross_The_Mastermind_Tour_June_15,_2014_Toronto_(14590434716)_(cropped).jpg "Rick Ross")
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