Lyrics:
Rick Ross
Singing like I'm Rick Roll
Caught you in a big hole
I slash a sword like ichigo
Here I come and there he go
Sipping on my Danimal
They saying
Breitling
Where my guap going when I die? You can't find it
Rick my feet, we elite
Flying private, overseas
Brand new bracelet, by ALYX
Flood my neck, then
there when you're gone
Now I'll tip over that kiosk in the mall
As the sunset falls into tomorrow
Today we're feeling like gold, five hundred thousand
say you is than why you running shorty
I'm high asf I might be outta space I'm smoking Rick and morty
Four shooters upping the score, my shooters from
back, we keepin' it pushing
People scared of change
But you'll find me deep in the cushion
Even when I win, it feel like I'm losing
Listening
But I got some intel say you actin' tough
Back it up
When you workin' this hard you don't
Get time to relax enough
'Cept I love my work, it feel
Like
or find the time to design a line
or phrase that pays, so you down in rhyme
I get busy from sun to sun
Only twenty-one, untouched by anyone
No one throws,
on you kid, don't be stupid
I'm a narcissist cus I gotta love me
Cus I'll die alone and tear down your home
All this heartbreak is on me
She a rockstar
mistakes
(Rodney, I love you, homie!)
I'm only human
(Appreciate it, dog!)
I'm a man, I make mistakes
I'ma make my mistakes
[Rick Ross]
12 years old
Im in love
Im in love wit chu
[And there aint nothing I wont do for my] (Baby)
[you drive me] (Crazy)
[And it makes me] (Say)
ooooh
Im in love
Im in
Been makin' this money since '06
I'm in the Chevy straight coastin'
Now I'm not braggin' or boastin'
At the club causin' commotions
Now you can talk shit
Murder rap shit, I spit, for the vets who love it
By the time you read this letter
Your head gon' fly off your shoulder for lying
And I'm a be in bed
Welcome to Studio Lounge
Earth Day is my favorite holiday
It's my favorite holiday
Rick, Rick
(You dirty motherfucker)
Rick, Rick
(Stop kissing
plans before I hit shows
I'm getting paid in advance
We go up count up big bands
At Sacks this Rick this Raff
Your bitch a fan watch how my diamonds they
she looked upset
She said, um
It's all because of you, I'm feelin' sad and blue
You went away, now my life is filled with rainy days
I love you
she looked upset
She said, um
It's all because of you, I'm feelin' sad and blue
You went away, now my life is filled with rainy days
I love you
love my thick dick so they brag
Point me to men I'm tryna shag (uhhh)
I got slutty rick tank tops
My huge cock is wanted by ops
Spent lotta money in sex
I'm a boss, I'm a boss, holding my weight, Rick Ross, you ain't never seen drip with sauce, know that ima always win, I'm a boss
you want money, I
And I'm falling like I'm rick but I ain't Rich
And I'm walking on my own two feet In this bitch
And I'm really on another planet you Don't seem to get
So
know, running in the Slick Rick
Bro, getting hit up by Big Daddy Kane. What the fuck, bro
Sorry I put it out like that, but it's facts, you know what I
Rick Owens, Raf Simons, Off White, Pyrex, I got swag
You know I got what, you know I got swag
You know I got what, you know I got swag
You know I got
Automatic weapons on the floor but who can you call
My down bitch, one who live by the code
Put this music shit aside get it in on the road
Lot of quiet time,
Bands after bands
Ricks after ricks
I don't really need money for your fucking show
Yeah baby you should know
I got bands in the hellcat
And I
"Rick I'm not really into this ass kick"
Meanwhile Rick, cummin' by the gallon
Put your hands on the wall please
And try an' keep your balance
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