Lyrics:
Let's skip Apollo
Colorado is
My Picasso (what)
We ride or die (die)
She my little vato
Ross
Can't hold it back
You know I'm so addicted to you
enough
Drive-by's, blood-spattered on my shoe, I'm not hood enough
But why cry?
I Waka Flocka Flame, hit your block up
Thug life, it's in my veins, go
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
[Slick Rick]
It's me at last, the Rickster, Def Jam's where I be
Most agree it's kinda amazin folks are born from where we pee at
Though I definitely
you fittin' in when you squares ain't around
Got some bands in my account that I like to keep account
Just to count up the amount gotta weigh it by
shirt and I'm wearin' Abercrombie
I'm fuckin' her friend, I got her embarrassed
Rick Ross, I'm havin' more green than a pear
Put out your fire just like
All I make is hits dawg
Hits dawg
All I do is drip sauce
Drip sauce
Big boss like rick ross
Big dog and my pedigree a real one
Real one
i can't stop
Niggas can't be in my lane
I'm by myself like kids out wedlock
My twin locked in like dreadlock
I sip red like Megan Fox
Munyun long like
and they ain't understand me
I had too much sauce
Before my time I was too much boss
In a Maybach with a mil, too much Ross
My freshman class'll whoop
Aye aye
Yup yup
Drip drop big rocks I want a Rollie no tick tock (Yea)
Thick thot big glock choppa as heavy as Rick Ross (Whoo)
I’ma just hit then
on stacking my chips, I'm collecting my lays
Young nigga getting paid
I see ya trying hard but still fade
I wanna rick Ross and get made
Moving Rick rosses in
I took a fish out my cooter
Then I got ran over by a scooter
My pussy fat I call her pooter
You are so stupid you need a tutor
I look at the stuff
bitches come and talk to me
I don't really talk a lot a shit my appearance talk for me
I don't like relationships 'cause I dun really wanna fuss
I love
eat you up like squab
Never loved no bitch but am always making love
Last time I begged a bitch boy for sure l was in my lowest
Rolled up a fat joint,
an AirPod in her pussy and a nose ring missing man fuck
Listenin’ to rich off cocaine by Rick Ross while I’m makin’ home steak sauce cut ya loss
Aye
another boy who can rhyme and do the fly flips
And that's I, Hi, I better get by because my ally
About to flip that crazy shit while I go look for some
Swear these niggas wanna be me they be copyin' my rhymes
She my
Ride or die
In any situation she gon' be right by my side
She love how I be steppin' she
lick you from head to toe
Real slow
'Cause ever since I was young I could keep girls sprung
Just by the movement of my tongue
I remember it all
I'm a let one of our most immaculate tour guides take us all through the ghetto
My nigga Rick James!
[Rick James, (Background singers)]
When I was
the water and grits
They got another boy who can rhyme and do the fly flips
And that's I high I better get by because my ally
about to flip that crazy shit
Funny to see a ghetto nigga so classy
Enchanted by women who speak nasty
Tip toeing to court, went there for the past week
Leaning on my lawyer
be the sneaker, Lanvin or Balmain
Goyard by the trunk, her Isabel Marant
I love your Linda Farrow, I adore your Dior
Your Damir Doma, Vena Cava from
Grippin' Nina Ross, hood star, Circa be my boulevard
You know I'm in the streets, I ain't hard to reach
On some cool shit or some beef shit nigga I'm in
betterment
Government housin, as they roundin up the troops
Roots of what, my bluff, my spout, I shout, den misuse
Uh, Misuse love, love the love they
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