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[Verse 12: Rick Ross]
One love to the gangs, but I'm in the thangs
Say the fellows for the cars, see we kill for the fame
The boss made it, yeah we floss

to the scene like Rick Ross
Then Im on crown like King Case 

Then I run the town like Usain 
Then I run the town line Cube 
It ain't nun new, just a bigger city

to make it

We set our own rules and we document the pages


Yeah


( Hook )


That's black power

Rick Ross that's black power

Lil Wayne that's black

throw money in the grave rick ross - bars! 

It's friday night say goodbye to the sun
Got that feelin' got that feelin'
Tonight we're on a mad one
Just

niggas
Pockets fat look like Rick Ross
And she drippy like some water
Body Aquafina
Tell that bitch don't call my phone shorty I don't need ya
I set you up

you I was back
I ain't Rick Ross but I keep a big stash
I ain't Santa Clause but I keep a big bag
I don't fuck with Apple but I keep a big mac

Who am I

think it's too late if you tryna wake up
Cuz niggas been slept on
She got a good brain
And nigga that headstrong
The don like Teflon
Rick Ross
The boss

the sauce with it
Lyrics potent, you know it, so when I quote it
You gotta go deep for you to catch it like Randy Moss did it
Rick Ross the whip you know

set it on fire and said its a billion 

I'm getting to levels that I had perceived 
I told j cole we the greatest emcees 

I showed rick Ross that tha

me’s a rick Ross
This ain’t no surprise
Look me in my eyes
Can you see the fire
I ain’t the flash
but I got drive
Foot on the gas
I’m going to fast
I’m

'cause you know what you worth
Yo, came through dripping, I know you got the sauce
The only one to make a thug cry, no Rick Ross
The way I touchdown, I’m

a deuce up in a Fanta I don’t think I ever cough,
1200 for a zip or that raw of that cough,
280 pounds no Rick Ross but I’m a boss,
So what it do, I done

dip off
Dummy bread pockets fat as hell call me Rick ross
Brodie bought a strap just to shoot that nigga scary
Thick Latina bitch wanna hit but her

Was rocking Aéropostale now this sweatsuit by Lacoste
Trizzzle rick ross yeah nigga I'm a young boss
Suburban's out front in direction straight

knife, don't get slain (Ciabatta)
Fa shit sho, in the name of sauce
Kingpin, no rick ross (Fatass)
Sending hits like urlacher
John Deere, no trailer

I've been bagging up potassium, this yay come in rocks
Got a challenger mindset with a championship cross
Now all I needs a Promise land just like Rick

about to blast off, she love me I'm her rockstar
Time for me to show off
Pop off like hot sauce
The big boss, rick ross, million dollar shows start when

on my toes
Yeah she like to flow wiz Khalifa can't roll
I know that for fact that boy steady lacked
In the Maybach with Rick Ross swag
Nigga and I got

that brick talk
Like they Rick Ross in hopes they gon' get a Maybach
Forgive me, Lord, I know that I have sinned

I was only trying to make it, I was

surrogation you be reaching
Menopause at an early age
And you got to pause and I got no source
I be feeling like Rick Ross
Without a Rolls Royce
And I know I

kwa slim ice teet 4pf di bold
Phyno-phyno lyrics gi Di bad and e choke
Illblis oga boss repping igbo Rick Ross
Play maker of the season
Umuiyo steady

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

throwing your shade
Sis, it’s your loss
No validation
(Feeling so sauced)
No competition
(Bitches be tossed)
Drums make you flat
On some Rick Ross
Wings stop

yea
How could I even find
Oh yea oh yea
Looking for my heart but it's lost
Looking for the cross
Would you pay the cost
Pull up like Rick Ross
(You know