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Hurt, heat applied
He wearing white dead of night, that boy get dyed
Boy get a guide
5 deep get fried
I'd win a fight with my hands tied and eyes blind

prefer to keep my socks on.  Now I’d-

CHARLOTTE:
You’re a hoot Ricky, always have been!  Were you boys talking business? 

RICK:
As a matter of fact, we

hoe
Real trap ni**as trap out the backdoor
Trapping on yo block got extendo on the glock
Got yo bi**h on my d**k she rubbing on my cock
In the blue

, Trevor 
He'll just do it, Nike 
Overused line don't spite- me
Elevated yes I might me 

Yeah I got that hot sauce 
Dripped up like I'm Rick Ross
Plus we in

on board
This is X baby, X baby
("This woman's gotta have it")
It's Bootsy, baby

Funky, funky Bootzilla
Watch the boy play the bass like Godzilla
Watch me

em Glad
But I'd rather buy a Choppa, Diddy Make the Band?
Chakras outta line, I'm tryna straighten out my path for real
Got tunnel vision like a Biker

I Wanna Talk to You

Stevie Wonder

Where I'm Coming From

1971

to do
I want to talk to you

Hey, don't want to talk to you

What you mean by that boy

I don't want to talk to you

I recognize you as being

And nigga raised by the rat's roaches
Real youngen holdin coke
State they gave my man life
Feds they gave my man 10
Messin with this dirty game feel like
I'm

names
By now I'm on my 6 rain or somethin'
By now I'm on my 200 thousand-tenth plane or somethin'
By now you can say I'm living like Rick James

out
Of drama way
I turn my back
On these haters
Dey feel some kind of way
Fuck em fuck em
Fuck em fuck em
Rick Ross voice
They mad
Lights camera action

Gone Fishin'

Bing Crosby

50 Rockin' Hits, Vol. 55

2013

Gone fishin' (I'm real gone, man)
You ain't working anymore (could be!)
There's your hoe out in the sun
Where you left a row half-done
You claim that

Fuck ces lames on va leur montrer c'est qui les real boss
I know they don't wanna fuck with us
Too many bands j'me sens comme Rick ross
Yeah
Make

Session One

Dr. Dre

Back to Basics

2013

Now I ain't back just for the sake of just saying I'm back
I could relax but I'd rather stack ammo on tracks
Couple Xanax, light a couple wax candles

got me some cheetos and lit goals
Yeah all for the moment so tip toe
We bump on the alley on Rick Ross
Yeah sipping on chai, sipping on chai
Sipping

Down and Out in New York City

Gov't Mule

The Deep End, Vol. 1

2001

Not a bad cat, not a bad hat
Doing me a real big favor
Forget the bad cats and the bad hats
Playing it all real good
And a damn boy give me a shine,

bladders and leave you pissed off

Big boss 
Hit you with that rick ross  
Hustlin' hustlin'
Let us eat or get yo shit tossed
Lift off

And watch my niggas

Get Back Right

Lecrae

Let the Trap Say Amen

2018

to get back right

Yeah, top down, hair back (skrt)
Ride by the HYPEBEAST on Fairfax (true)
Monday morn', I don't wanna hear trap (no)
I play Rick

like I'm randy moss,
It's like I had a dentist visit boy the way I floss ,
I'm on that healthy but my pockets chubby rick Ross,
I took some losses but

rick Ross's Neck
Ripping it up and keeping it funky like I'm DAS FEX
I'm flawless? Yes. My flow will devolve your flesh, c'mon

Me and my boy, we've been

or the Ross
Now I got Rick like Ross, now I got drip like Flair
Might go woo on a bitch, I know some woos that don't play fair
I got news for you bitch, I never

hustles came in different forms
Started with the pies, real ones lost lives
Such a dirty game, now my hand sanitized
I buckled down in a Porsche

of the police (I love myself)
Uh, illuminated by the hand of God, boy, don't seem shy (I love myself)
One day at a time, huh

They wanna say it's a war

askin' 'bout him, I just know 'em by his nickname (I don't know 'em)
It wasn't for this COVID shit, I'd probably be at the Knicks game (right there)

Too real
Yeah, Yeah

Rush hour, fresh out the dealership
Me and my homies eat gefilte fish
I ain't even worried about a silly bitch
Tell