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knock a nigga off course
And my pockets be on rick Ross
Ain’t nobody teach me this floss
Different car but depend on the weather
Fendi monster that be

Rick Ross
Flossin' up on the low
While think I'm at home
I be pretendin' that I miss him
When I pick up the phone I be like
Daddy, where you at
When you

Loyalty before everything
Me and that bag forever I might get that bitch a wedding ring
I feel like rick Ross I'm a boss
Why you can't mess with me

Knock your paws off sync
Left you flat like a soft drink
Got more styles than Diana Ross swing
Zone like Rick James when he smoke crack
You and Charli

to auctioneer
He trying to get your soul for real
Trying to be Rick Ross a boss but he already lost
He ain't got power he just a face like mascot
I'm ready for

appearance
But it's a fact that wit a beard people take you more serious
Fuck my bitch then i hit her wit the Rick Ross uh
Aye dawg u ain't gotta front stop

this
I tell my stories through music I hope you're reading this
I tell my stories through chapters
Shoot like the Raptors
Remember days I used to spin by

her ass soft
These niggas pussy they real soft
My pockets fat like rick ross
That tells you I'm the real boss
I know a couple bitches that's gone eat it

This the switch up
Come unexpected like a hiccup
The fuck is he on
Dropping shit that’s waking pac and big up
I give up
Nah I’m lying I ain’t that

to the cat, but this bat ain't got a ball like Freddie Flintoff 


3am I'm in the bits again 
By 5am I'm dottin pics again 
You know the code talk to rats then

Woo'in in the party while we rapping to my stanzas
Dripping when i step outside this van
Hugo Boss bitch
Fur coats gun totting out my hand
Some rick ross

now (right now)
Way before the stage I was on right now
Is you down right now? Jay Sean right now?
Pockets getting fat, Rick Ross right now
Headed

Stick talk
Stick talk
Stick talk
Big talk
Pockets
Rick Ross
Forever ball
Yeaaaaaa

We link
We lock
She give me top
We gone drop the top
We gone mini

fumble, I move to the South with no lunch in the box
And guess what I'm gonna eat, I'm going to need you to think out the box with this one
Like pull up

my fuckin' blessings
Roll my pain away
Until they roll me on the stretcher
I'm a big boss Get the money like I'm Rick Ross
If they talkin' shit about

place
In this YouTube video you rhyme
Like an expired Meeseeks
(Burp) Make like Zeep and bow to me
I'm more than all the Ricks
In all their alternate

crackle
Rick Ross fuck a pear man I'm all about that apple 
Roll a blunt like it's silver wear 
Scouts taught me to be prepared 
Better stick to cutting

like we on a race track
My pockets get fatter, they look like Rick Ross
He talkin stupid get slapped up, he look like Chris Rock
My meat gon drag

the game like you a Rick Ross
Shakira diamonds shaking by the beat drop
Once they under you, never let them up top
Check the whole crew like they a Nike
Give

shit like it’s hot sauce
My pockets on fat they on Rick Ross 
And I make it jump like it’s Kriss Kross
I am the boss I ain’t pay the cost 
Been catching

First Night

Webbie

Savage Life 2

2008

bitch mouth I'm talkin' bout
Real feel this shit 'cause

On the beach just chillin' out
Six puerto Rican hoochies just me, Boosie, and Rick Ross
Bet

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

Let me remind you this is not a house
Where peace be an option and I'm not a scared mouse
Don't sound like Rick Ross
Trying hard to be the boss
But I

a loss (Ay, yeah)
Turned to a boss
Slick rick like I'm Ross I just made distance from you all (Yeah yeah)
I got the sauce you got lost in (Yeah) Ballin