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rapper, ya that's on god We're big dogs, no Rick Ross, get criss crossed Elevated to another level, on god I don't stop, I got no ceiling like a drop top My
dollar residence Rick Ross, big chips, AKs, flip clips Off set rims on a rear six-inch lips Started on the benches, rose through the trenches Now I'm
It's my time (Rick Ross) It's my time (Finna' lay back on this shit man) (Dade County dope boy) I'm not a slim thug, I'm a fat mack I don't
background] DJ Khaled! When I ride, I ride for Trey-0-5 Trick Daddy! (When I ride, I ride for Trey-0-5) Rick Ross! Pitbull! The Bottom! Listen
meet the boss of the cartel. [Verse 2: Rick Ross] I'm a seven-nine satan, sitting on Lorenzzes. And I seem really patient, picture the equation.
some "Send them hoes out!" niggaz! Your Niggaz! Be some tricking "Don't pay them hoes!" ass niggaz! My Niggaz! Be some Don Juan pimpin' ass niggaz!
[Chorus] I took my bitch to lennox mall I call it tricking off 50 bricks just crossed the state, I call it getting across Gucci, rick ross
Trina, Rick Ross, Hot Box.. I got a, fat pussy for a cocksucker I got a, hideout for a cop ducker I got a, condo for a baller nigga I got a,
fatter Yeah they fatter than Rick Ross And I swipe, swipe, swipe Could give a fuck about the cost Look alive I push that foot to drive I'm vrooming past
go Whether thats right I will never know(ugh but here goes nothin) [Verse 2 - Rick Ross] When Im alone in my room sometimes I stare at the walls
Rick Ross: Trilla Bird-man: brrrr! [Webbie] The 'lil soldier wit nothin' clear to see wasn't nobody handin' him shit Ridin' round town glamor
but no rick Ross But I can never love no thot I can never love no thot Woke up this morning Last night I was faded Shawty calls my phone and I look
boss Fuck Joss, he's no hoss I hate his guts and I hope that he never pushes through Fuck Joss, he has no sauce Fuck Joss, tryna be Rick Ross He has
Rick Ross Go to jail pod boss Paint away bob Ross Yes I smoke no recollection Trump is out next election Only fat mid section I am smart intellection
dollar residence Rick Ross, big chips, AKs, flip clips Off set rims on a rear six-inch lips Started on the benches, rose through the trenches Now I'm
Rick Ross: Trilla Bird-man: brrrr! [Webbie] The 'lil soldier wit nothin' clear to see wasn't nobody handin' him shit Ridin' round town glamor
bussin Run up Onna squah, might load choppa at ya muffin Need dat cash I need dat sack no rick Ross I need two maybachs Hold dat rock don't trip don't
either way you gon' be mine Tell your ex to suck a dick I know he pissed off Pockets gettin fat in these Amiris call them Rick Ross I swear I wanna kiss
Boys tryna floss, act you tough shit like motherfucking Rick Ross We all know you ain't the boss, work in an office, bow down to the labels
ear That at two you would like to hear Kriss Kross and Rick Ross at 2am Jump around and get down to Here I Am Face down and back up till the morning
I stay on my boss shii like Rick Ross shii Gotta stack that Guap up until it a wrap Money, older than B.I.G and Pac I ain't going trip when I'm
Savage the way I floss No Rick Ross, I stack my chips Jeans to be a boss No Kris Kross Imma be a rich bitch ( Verse 2 ) Yeah, uh I’m so
Okay They say I make a stick talk Got em pissed off Eddie James bitch I'm big dog Eating Rick Ross I got bands in a duffle Heard the feds got tipped
grind, no flip flop When they see me they say I'm headed for the tip top Hey, hey I feel like Rick Ross I ain't heavyset but I promise I'm a big boss When
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