Lyrics:
Talk
Rick Ross Bentley coupe thats that Boss talk
Jesus christ saved my life thats that blood talk
Truth and a microphone
Really tryna right me wrongs
ride, I ride for Trey-0-5
Trick Daddy! (When I ride, I ride for Trey-0-5)
Rick Ross!
Pitbull!
The Bottom!
Listen Nigga!
Till a nigga D-I-E,
ride, I ride for Trey-0-5
Trick Daddy! (When I ride, I ride for Trey-0-5)
Rick Ross!
Pitbull!
The Bottom!
Listen Nigga!
Till a nigga D-I-E,
[Verse 1, Rick Ross]
AK's, Calico's, to 45's
I abide by the rules, what I gotta buy
Can let it by, too many niggas gotta die
Once you got one in
tolerance
I’m on fire
Like a commit
I’m a boss
Fuck with me
At what cost
Hustler
Like Rick Ross
I rob you
That’s a loss
That’s an L
I’m on a
Highway to hell
the pressure to the beige
Apply the pressure to the gauge
Valentino flip-flops
All I do is call shots
Rick Ross, I'm a boss
I ain't ever been in cuff
I
Watch Rick Ross give his Jesus piece to a bum
'Cause tonight we ball, we ball, we comin' up
Paintin' the globe gold, two steppin' on the sun
Like gold,
Put that bitch in designer and she Couldn't believe it
Nigga it's a Trackhawk not no regular Jeep
I feel like Rick Ross all I do is eat
Says you beating
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,
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
Ricky Ross (The Boss..)
T-Pain {J-J-J-J-J.R.!}
I got a fresh line-up (yea), a fresh outfit
Bout to have the parkin lot on smash
Plus I got
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
[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
like
A Rick Ross seizure
She say she want a piece of pizza
My dick like Little Caesar's
Just to fuck with you
She gon' grab the tweezers
You try new
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,
the lick pull in the yard like I'm Rick Ross
Niggas tried to step on my field and got picked off
Tell a bitch to get lost
Better watch yo step when you
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
it to you bad for a large amount
[Rick Ross]
It had to be a dope chain
Started wit the dope game
All about the cocaine
Tired of bein poor mayne
I got a boat mo' the fuck doin' 55 (on some real shit)
Don't let this 4 pound bang ya
This Rick Ross and them Dogg Pound Gangstas
On some real
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
_(cropped).jpg/218px-Rick_Ross_The_Mastermind_Tour_June_15,_2014_Toronto_(14590434716)_(cropped).jpg "Rick Ross")
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