Lyrics:
Feel like my name should be Rick Ross
Freeway just cuz I know to move that sugarcane
5-4, 140 leave a pussy shit stained Can't wait to cop a piece
Clear the scene! Clear the scene
Let the g's do their thing
My hustle is gettin' gully
You fuckers will get it from me
I touch 'em with every dummy
My
in my dirty white Vans, ayy
Eenie, meenie, miney, moe
I catch a thotty by her throat
Grip it till she yelling all out
But don't let her go, ayy
Ate
a grown up story (okay, alright)
I remember when mama spoke of the birds and
The east side kept me off the curb and
Betsy Ross was sufferin' from
me
Kissed by me
When I'm with you
I don't know day from night, wrong from right
You're my world, that's all I know
I love you so, I won't let go
timepieces, ain't no time to lose
Ain't no lackin', Jacob know me, I bought all kinds of jewels
Put the haters on me, trust me, I make all kinds of moves
to follow
A place I have to go
Well, no one told me just how to get there
But when I get there I'll know
'Cause I'm taking it
Step by step
Bit by bit
y'all some offspring
I don't wanna end up like another Rick Ross stashing powder up under the box springs
I don't pop things
I drink hella muddy
Shoo
an important announcement
There's a rapper I know many interested in
named Rick, no rapper alive could mess with him
Lace records all audience roar to
Grand
yeah, Rick every seminar
Even make Saddam Hussein tell me where the weapon are
Let me slow it down, that's enough of that
This I have to say, to you
to lean on, here I am
Whenever you call, you know I'll be there
Let me be there in your morning
Let me be there in your night
Let me change whatever's
Rick Rock beats
Hand me my tray, baby
Baby gettin' fucked up right now
How y'all feel? Haha, I feel good, nigga, uh
Pop pop bang (Pop pop bang)
Do
The best way to describe me in a word, insane
I dick down chicks all emerged in my fame
Jigga been dope since Slick Rick's first chain
The God, send you
baby submissive
back to my regular business
Rick Ross incentives
I’m pushin it to the limit
Big boss I get it
Off of the pick I’m relentless
I
talkin' about? Okay
This is sort of like jazz in it's
Own peculiar way jazz is not dead
It just smells
Funny! Okay, let's go! yeah man, jazz man
You know
Somebody's pulling me closer to the ground
I ain't panicked, I been here before
Seems like only yesterday when I got up on that stage
In front
Maybach Music
Lover, lover
Lover, lover
Oh my gosh, oh
My Tomatoe Joss', na wetin he dey call me
Him no know wetin I do wey make am mad over
meet the boss of the cartel.
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I'm a seven-nine satan, sitting on Lorenzzes.
And I seem really patient, picture the equation.
on sending niggas to Harrison Ross
Caught one from the back and I looked in his eyes
Thinkin' should I peel his cap, or should I let him survive
Yo, I'm
I said, come on over baby, let me look in your eyes
Let me see the very heart of you
And I couldn't believe it, or conceive that my dream would come
backwards, like criss cross
See my pockets got fatter, like Rick Ross
But, motherfuckers still wanna talk to me about some hip-hop
So, hip-hop hooray, that
Call up, ring once, hang up the phone
To let me know you made it home
Don't want nothing to be wrong with part-time lover
If she's with me I'll
to follow
A place I have to go
Well, no one told me just how to get there
But when I get there I'll know
'Cause I'm taking it
Step by step
Bit by bit
the family, Slick Rick's a friend of me
and Doug E. Fresh, Stet', KRS and Public Enemy
Blase blah, you know who you are
The red black and green, the sun moon
_(cropped).jpg/218px-Rick_Ross_The_Mastermind_Tour_June_15,_2014_Toronto_(14590434716)_(cropped).jpg "Rick Ross")
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