Lyrics:
on TV"
One night, Meek and I meet up at a
Seafood restaurant not far from his hotel
Where we are joined at the
Last minute by Rick Ross
His longtime
that shit
(Rick Ross)
Let's get it
(Ace Hood)
Eh knock knock, bang bang
Where the cash at
If you ain't got it leave you bloody like a tampax
ones by Jay Z and Rick Ross she
Did that song because she was asked and
Because "Kanye's a genius" She
Did "Bang Bang"
Because she "knew it would be big"
I'm back tHUG LIFE baby
Guess who's back guess who's back
Rick Ross talking facts like 2Pac's back
I'm a Thug till I die
Ain't nobody can stop me
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,
get ya face twist
Cartel cocaine by the cases (cases)
Cartel mo' cars then the races (races)
A-K's on a lear jet (g-4)
Rick Ross I'ma Real threat
came in we unpacked 'em all
Broke 'em all down and unrapped 'em all
Just two words nigga duffelbags I just know it so well
I can't help but brag, old
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
Still Talkin Game
[Rick Ross:]
We Keep That White Girl, Like To Call Her Tamie
Born In Columbia, She Moved To Miami
Hilary Clinton, She My Bestfriend
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
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
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,
reppin' my city
I be reppin' my city, no one can do it better
[Rick Ross:]
Let the top back on the Chevy
Then I crank up the boom
Smellin' Issey
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
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
boss
SK for dinner and forget to floss
Kidnap a DT, tie his ass to a cross
Run a Cartel like a real Rick Ross
Sure runnin' like I'm heavy hardcore
got racks, I got racks, and my cash straight, yeah
Been had that, been rocked that, boy, you mad late, yeah
I got racks, so this girl keep tryna text
PATHETIC YES I SAID IT.
FLOW SKITS Ima eat A ritz bisk real quick and slick rick ross sized shit throwin fits glitz glitchin out the games brain just for
PATHETIC YES I SAID IT.
FLOW SKITS Ima eat A ritz bisk real quick and slick rick ross sized shit throwin fits glitz glitchin out the games brain just for
laws, and sanctioned accounts
Tornado cash dev arrested
For writing some code
P2p sellers, in jail for local meetups
Ross in a cell, but you flex that
away and let him be
He?s got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Who?)
Cause you?ll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones)
[Verse 2]
I used to get dissed by
convention with a gold revolver
Life's a salad I'ma toss it eat this shit up, Rick Ross it
Shit it out, bag it up sell it, I'm so damn rebellious
'Cause my
Rick Ross lyrics to verse
She telling me I need to change
But baby I need the change
2 coupes, 2 bricks, life's too short
Cocktail, 2 Glocks
mama a new porch
Turned into dreams of getting mama a new Porsche
2 Exhaust, huh! Rick Ross
like a Big Shot, They call me Big Boss
Only up in Zimbali
_(cropped).jpg/218px-Rick_Ross_The_Mastermind_Tour_June_15,_2014_Toronto_(14590434716)_(cropped).jpg "Rick Ross")
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