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on causin' yea
My mind is playing tricks on my heart
Yeah, my mind is playing tricks on my heart

I wish that it was easy
I wish that lovin' me wouldn't

nothin' mas
I'm the boss (No Rick Ross)

I told you we can get past this, but you ain't hear none of that
You just wanna get mad, give me the boot like

hitting fucken lines like Rick or Ross? 
My floss at a cost didn't pay the boss someone stop me 
I'm lost
What what I'm hot like electric shocks Noreaga

off
Shot caller
Fuck a big coin I want big dollaz
How you be a boss
With the worker problems
You ain't Rick Ross
You a Richie dollaz
You a bitch boy
You

to the pit boss
Rick Ross on the hit list
I ain't coming' for him, he a legend that I'd like to make a hit with
6 crickets in my pencil case
Penned a bunch

I'm hustling
I'm feeling like I'm Rick Ross
Bumping LLC by money, man

I'm feeling like a boss
You ever ask how much it is
You know you can't afford

back by shackles of self doubt and disapproval
In the form of a locked box
As I sit by the candlelight at my desk I reflect
About people who done me

a switch sauce niggas look niggas look lost When I’m in the spot I throw up the block that’s a double m like I’m Rick Ross I’m the shooter when I get sauced

getting me ticked off don't let have my dawgs sick yall
You small body but ya head getting bigger like rick ross
I will blitz y'all randy moss picked off so

had to take May off
I been going through mayday and liftoff
Bad attitude but her lips soft
I feel like Denzel Curry meeting Rick Ross
Young crazy nigga

like Rick Ross (HUH!)
They always counted me out
And I'm about to think about 'em when I count this 10 thou
About this time last year I was down, feeling

get lost
Ego is on Rick Ross
She give me a kiss, I'm wiping off her Fenty lip gloss
That's okay though, she do what I say
So, I just put in work, get

kwa slim ice teet 4pf di bold
Phyno-phyno lyrics gi Di bad and e choke
Illblis oga boss repping igbo Rick Ross
Play maker of the season
Umuiyo steady

Cause all that talking just wasting time

Ba, baby, baby
Make up your mind
She say she love me
I think she lying

She say I'm ugly
I know she lying
My

My mind playing games
I keep seeing things
Can't be with you but can't be left alone now a days
Praying to the heavens i just wanna see better days

limit, how I'm livin like I'm Master P
Looking over shoulders cuz they watching me

Got the Flavor & sauce I'm a masterpiece
And I Fuck wit Rick Ross, he

money like congressional republicans
Big boss network cartel tunneling
Rick Ross sweatshirt heartfelt hustling
Hip hop in high fidelity
Kill a rapper's

the top pick, model nigga take a pic
Even my shadow look rich, i'm what the fuck Rick should be
How you hating on lil ole me
The way I stay up on ya mind

I don't wanna fuck around, get broken by a bitch
Fuck with evil hoes like my feelings in a ditch
She just fuck with me cuz she see I'm getting rich

wanna be the greatest
Big boss
On my grind untill my pockets Rick Ross
Shit talk
Boi that's all you do you shoulda been stoped
Get lost
For I call my

A Life in the Day of Benjamin André (Incomplete)

OutKast

Speakerboxxx/The Love Below

2003

gave me you number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's about them oranges?
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied

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

Meek Mill Rick Ross Bitch I'm a boss
Teeth health good ass hell off the way that I floss
Mj in the finals I never took a loss
Like a closed intersection

on my lap looking like Santa Claus
Don't talk shii, these ears got walls
Pause, pockets look like Rick Ross
Damn, small nigga got big balls
Jump on these