Lyrics:
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
I am the ruler, feel like Rick (Uh yeah)
Bitch I am the ruler, feel like Rick (Uh yeah)
Bitch I'm Strapped up
And I'm Luxe too
Shawty fine, I
You see the pretty paint, you see I'm sittin' high
I got a boat mo' the fuck doin' 55
Don't let this four pound bang ya
This Rick Ross and them Dogg
put your ice away
They locked rick ross up and they ain't give him no bail
But a cracker shoot a whole church up and it's "oh well"
Oh well, oh well
better yeah
It's materialistic
Rick Ross mansion Florida
You drank too much go and throw it up
Try to screw me over your a silly ho
Up all night in
and there ain't no fly shit in your closet
How can you be happy when that surrounded by the cost
And Rick Ross just keep screaming "be a boss"
I need
the blue, they confused, now they look lost
CEO of CHS, big homie just like Rick Ross
Little ass nigga, hella jewelry, I'm a big boss
Used to be broke, now
To relax! You know I have a temper problem!!! You know!!!
I talked to L.A. Reid, I said awwwwwwwwwww man!!!!!!
L.A. I mean Rick Ross is finished!!!!!!!
I mean
To relax! You know I have a temper problem!!! You know!!!
I talked to L.A. Reid, I said awwwwwwwwwww man!!!!!!
L.A. I mean Rick Ross is finished!!!!!!!
I mean
high
I'm dunking x pills
Because it's my only way to feel alive
I'm Strapped up
If you see me out I got my strapped tucked
And I don't wear no ricks but
last year dealin' weight
Still in the streets strapped with them thangs
She in love with a G so she tatted my name (Ross!)
I'm the biggest boss that
Rick Ross:
See it go like dis started what is
Made it to a burb now im da shit
Nigga thats my word pull up in da whip
See us on da curb hands
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
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