Lyrics:
feelin' like a turtle
Shit, these niggas ain't satisfied until they get murdered u heard me
Yeah and I'ma G you don't know a motherfuckin' thing bout me
hood)
If you not from here you can walk it out
And you not hood if you don't know what I'm talking 'bout
Ross
Yeah, .45 off in the ride
Four
give her the show like Rick ross
Tryna see if your the one
Tryna connect the dots
Man I really don't care
As long as you are here
That's all I really
celebrity is you
I've swooned at Mia Farrow
Angular and narrow drove her Pierce Arrow
(12) to a Gatsby Review
Tho frozen to the marrow
Who would dream
S-E always grindin'
[Missy]
Please don't think I'm crazy (oh)
But boy you are supa fine (do it to me, do it to me)
[Slick Rick]
Thank you
hit my phone lil bitch do you want something
I cant talk right now. cus this gg got me bussin
Need dat cash I need dat sack no rick Ross I need two
(No Scale)
Rick Ross with the buds (Rick Ross)
Blast off like a scud
Yeah my boy gone keep it real (Yeah My Boy)
Always hit you with a deal (Got A Sale)
You OD'd, O-Z's on the C-O-D
Bink in VA, drinking V8
Squeek-kays got me ready to sneak the DA!
[Chorus]
[Rick Ross]
I know I'm not perfect (For
[Lil' Flip (Rick Ross)]
You smell that? (smell what?)
That's money
I smell money
Hahaaa
(Rossss)
I know y'all wonderin' like...
"What the hell is
kilo, and yours was a CO
The last time we ran into each other
You was like, "Cass let's do a song
You know you tha Hustla"
Yeah, I run my city like Broad
VILLAGER #1: We have found a witch, might we burn her?
CROWD: Burn her! Burn!
BEDEMIR: How do you know she is a witch?
VILLAGER #2: She looks like one
I feel like
Rick Fox, Rick James, Rick Ross
Need a big block, big chain, big boss
Niggas tried to crucify me got me criss crossed
Ass backwards
I dip
Rick Ross
I ain't talking bout fame I ain't talking bout racks just feeling that
Stop playing with me already know mixed sauce so dripping like
Better
I'll get yo ass mossed
My mama don't like you she called you a thot
Bitch I'm from the 6, yeah I seen it all
I'm drippin' in sauce
Pull up with
flossing
Pop the tag I don't care what it's costing
I'm a boss
Big bossing
Rick Ross
Stone Cold Steve Austin
Hit the store
I do not do the math
I just blow
(twenty-five!), in the kitchen (cookin' food!)
Baby "We The Best", quit, hate the rest
Dade County, you name it (what up!)
You roll it, I like it (Ross!)
She
got Münchhausen by proxy
I'm making you sick, don't pretend you can't hear me
You deaf, girl, I said you was foxy
I'll tell a bitch like Bizarre
the biggest boss
And I'm working hard I been feeling like the biggest dawg
And these pockets fat they reminding me of Rick Ross
Now I shop at Neiman's been
kinfolk, call it what I'm living like the high life
Only if he knew what I had to do to keep my mind right
I tell you I got 20/20 hindsight
See it in
dope
This beat is lit
I’m an antelope
I do admit
So we floss floss floss like you're the boss boss boss
And you floss floss floss like you're Ross Ross
'm a boss nigga, I'm bossed out like Rick Ross, nigga
Five-fifty Benz, you know what that cost, nigga
My shit paid for, you paid a note, you ridin' a rental
the fuck you spill lean on a BB Simon?
A real dope boy don't do consignments
Ten times out of ten, I'm bound to rob 'em
They say "Pap act like he
Got
cost, to be my own boss
Everyday ima hustle like I'm Rick Ross
Living in this life, can't take no L's
I aint finna cop the pack if it don't got no smell
Rick Ross
Blowing loud think it's on Meek Mill
On my grind till I get me a deal
I'm just me nigga fuck how you feel
With my niggas I'm just keeping it
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