Lyrics:
on rick Ross ouu
And these pockets Peter Griffin Ay
Bitch I grip a Smith and Wesson Ay
Nigga stop tryna test me Ay
Nigga stop tryna
Betty Boop whatchu
and Betty Dorso (32)
Talks to fit the torso
Who could feature more so-
Phisticated lapels and when I mention Orso
I refer to Bean and not Welles (33)
Still
Aye that's a- that's a- that's a Betty Crocker
This is sermons over beats boy look
That's a Betty Crocker
Watch your step it could lead to death even
Blossom
They tried to keep up and I already lost em
Eating so good I look like I'm Rick Ross'n
I can't eat the cat if it look like a possum
I'm not from New
open my mouth shit that's the sound
They go "Brra-Tat-Tat" so you betta watch out
Ouch!
[Rick Ross]
Bitch I got money too
"Trilla" album comin' soon
Attucks, Lafayette. Nobodies.
The nobodies ran a trea party at Boston. Betsy Ross
organized a sewing circle. Paul Revere had a horse race.
And a little
was born to drive a foreign
She get the boop Like Betty
I was born to drive a foreign
Seats all white like a Yeti
Ion go raw tho
Yea that bitch
I gotta hustle like I'm Rick Ross.
Niggas said they getting money, need to knock it off
Always talking 'bout a win, only take a loss
Yea I got what it
it
She said lets go now
And I was like betty
She throwing back
But I wasn't ready
We popping them bottles
We throwing it steady
When we pull up
an addict, this Gucci purse gon' get her geeked
Thick with an ass
She is a Betty Shabazz
Pretty as Coretta Scott
All that I got, she got the face
(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
Fluid-designer on me drenching water drops...
Drew a blank just to fill the spot...
Dead space think I'm Isaac Clarke...
More space bars than lines on parking lots
we sing this tune
We's cool
Like Fela Kuti
And Miles Davis
Jimi Hendrix
And Ossie Davis
We's cool
Like Betty Davis
And Zora Neale Hurston
Lena Horne
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,
hope you agree with me tho - Re - Me
Was looking for Betty Ross in the stern but you were at the bow
Whipping up a different turn
Funny thing tho, we
Pretty Bitch Bossin'
Feel like Bob Ross
Cos I paint a picture perfectly
With my eloquence
I'm making 5 star poetry
I write a verse
Then you recite
makin' noises like Chewbacca, woah (woah, woah)
I'm on the blocka (block)
Got devil's food, but this ain't Betty Crocker, no
I got the Holy Grail, no
Armstrong
Langston Hughes and Thurgood Marshall
Richard Wright Rosa Parks and Gordon Parks
Joe Lewis Jackie Robinson and John Henrik Clarke
Alex Haley
Followed some clues from my detective bag
And discovered they was red stripes on the American flag
That ol' Betty Ross
Well, I investigated all
Holmes.
Followed some clues from my detective bag
And discovered they wus red stripes on the American flag!
Ol' Betty Ross...
Well, I investigated all
stack the pancakes like Betty Crocker
And I do the dash, she gon' suck me, I'ma crash
Took her on a vacay, brand new Prada bag
I just wanna spoil you
I'm Bob Ross just with a different stroke
Painting this picture as I just toke
Nope
No longer into the coke
Breath of life is what I want in my nose
I hope the opps overdose on the fentanyl
Shooting everywhere, I swear I hit his genitals
Beat my cousin ass, I caught him watching Adin Ross
Like what
rock, shit
I'm tryna get sturdy
Betty boo on my cock, ay
She do all the flirting
Cruising down the block, yeah, we doing supervisions
He a shooter 'till
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