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Lights off no talking on this night
Swinging off like I'm lost in a fistfight
Lights off like a boss up on this mic
Rick Ross when I'm talking my

again, Rick Ross
I got means to ends I got the leaves to stems, picked off

Blowing smoke ya I'm not pissed off
All you pussies need lip gloss
You too dry

dick, he a big boss
I'm the gold rose, I call him
Rick Ross
Then he choked me out with my legs up
I lift my head up and told him "tear it up"
He sped up

launcher
And send it to Mitch McConnell
Just as big of a bitch as Donald, shit's on, bruh (haha)
Let me sing this shit soprano while I do it pizzicato

get lost
Ego is on Rick Ross
She give me a kiss, I'm wiping off her Fenty lip gloss
That's okay though, she do what I say
So, I just put in work, get

to be Tell me you don't miss what we used to be
But it's different from now
You say you got to where you at by yourself But you getting handouts
Getting

That Good

Snoop Dogg

Mac + Devin Go to High School [Music From and Inspired by the Movie]

2011

used to stall 'em
Now I with the boss dogg, all the bad hoes want him
And my pockets on swole, I'm talking Rick Ross big
And now when we shop we don't

And I fucking hit your broad and she knows that's not all
And she knows I'm a big boss
No Rick Ross looking at me what's the cost
And I fucking hit

and dog her out just call me Scooby (nigga, err)
Know I need my pockets fat, Rick Ross shit (Rick Ross shit)
I'm a boss, nigga, so I need a boss bitch

Lights Get Low

Rick Ross

Best Thing Smokin', Vol. 9

2007

total con...

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Born with the murder one
We got the hood burning up
Yea this what you want
My niggas know to turn it up

Tick Tock make that ass pop
Throw them hunnits up like you rick ross
Bitches in the background
Blunts like i'm passed out
Homie hit the lights now

of me say her name Nicki
But she only answer when I say Barbie 
We drunk off the remy
Getting high in the rarri 
Met her on the mill by the safaree

Lead

Under palm trees, we got them choppas that'll eat your flesh
The real Rick Ross know every bird gotta leave the nest
You stole your name, I pulled your

you're really pathetic
Don't make me do something, Imma regret it
This is a waste of time, you know
I wanna compromise, you know
Just put it all behind,

kissing me
Copy, like Kakashi  they not me, can't drop me

Can't drop me, can't tell me what to do cause I do the opposite
Hold up, I'll just pop the kids

do it do it do it
Bitch do it
I want a nigga yeah a real boss
Like he rick Ross
One that never really tripping
On what hair cost
I need fendi by

a big call
Don't know what you know about me
Head high imma do this shit proudly 
I ain't gone spend it Ima stack it up until this shit lookin higher than

Throw in the towel you do little to faze me
Your actions remind me of Garfield, so lazy
You got some balls to step forward and face me
Trust me when I

wanna dance então pull up nessa party
'Tou tipo Rick Ross à minha volta é só money
Yeah you're a honey but bitch call me
Don't know your head but you just

First Night

Webbie

Savage Life 2

2008

bitch mouth I'm talkin' bout
Real feel this shit 'cause

On the beach just chillin' out
Six puerto Rican hoochies just me, Boosie, and Rick Ross
Bet

everyday ya hustlin' like Rick Ross
Then you get it like a boss
No matter what it cost
Lil Kim that's more than a lil bit
Tell a nigga quit go 'head wit' ya

that bitch up that's what I call subtraction

Stack it up stack it up stack it up
Me and my Niggas been counting them bands
I fuck her once then I

Having all these niggas confused asking me what happened
I'm working all week tryna get my guap
I'm writing nice raps headed to the top
I ball all the time

Death to America (ah)
Death to America (ah)
That's my dealinah
Tell me now
Tell me now (ah) what's up
From here to year
I'm talking no fear
devil's still