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Let me remind you this is not a house
Where peace be an option and I'm not a scared mouse
Don't sound like Rick Ross
Trying hard to be the boss
But I

I'm a boss here big boss
I'm make this niggas lose weight Rick Ross
You busy acting like you hard but yo dig soft
I got green on this trees I'm like

Yeah I am quick to tell a bitch to get lost

Block a bitch number fast if I'm ticked off

Hit the freeway with the mail like I'm Rick Ross diamonds on my

got me pissed off
Bitch, I'm high off the gas, 'bout to lift off
Bitch, my pockets gettin' fatter than Rick Ross
Gettin' money and I'm stackin' that

a nigga feelin' like Rick Ross, cause she told me money make her cum

She like her, she like her, she like her, she like her hair, nails, heels, done
She

So läuft das bei uns

Olexesh

Masta

2015

und Sergej im Pausenraum
Sitzen schon seit 10 Jahren im Bau, sind mit niemandem vertraut
Ukrainer oder Russe, viele sagen das ist gleich
Konflikte im

Choppa put a nigga on a chain
Poppin' Yellow to ease the pain
Catch me an opp, he gon' see today
Move-Look got hit in his fiji
Set Da Trend, know your man

hop boss
invested time badly now I'm coming out a loss
Swati boy, skinny and I'm no Rick Ross
I wanna hear the dealer say the maybach's
all yours
Yes

Where was I?
I forgot
Many books I sold a lot
I go poof
That's real
I don't bend
Like steel
Standing by
That hill
No I'm not
Oh well
I got
You you you

squares(grrah grrahh)
Rick ross, shoutout all of my pears
Say what you mean, mean what you say
All that talking but ain't learn to walk, get out my way
If Shorty

nigga
Young boss 
Rick Ross nigga 
Grindin gotta get it
Grind, grind, grind, grindin
Stack it then I flip it
Stack, stack, stack, stackin
Youngin

Come here baby girl, lemme holla at cha

Yea... I do this for the West man... Tryna put the hood on, you know what I'm saying?

So I see you and Roccz

Ross? Lap dance
'til his dick soft
You da Bird Man, Baby, where dat work at?
Throw dem thangs on a plane wit my purse pack
Know the game, blow the thangs

ON A CAROUSEL 
BIG BEACH HOUSE OUT IN LAUDERDALE
WHOLE LOTTA POUNDS GOTTA GET EM OFF
GOT BITCHES RUNNING PLAYS LIKE ZACK MOSS
TO THE PROMISE LAND LIKE RICK ROSS

cause she know im a Big dawg

And my Pockets lookin fat she said they look Rick ross

Uber over to my place, no i can’t make this bitch walk

She so fine

to auctioneer
He trying to get your soul for real
Trying to be Rick Ross a boss but he already lost
He ain't got power he just a face like mascot
I'm ready for

mein Board und ich reiß mir meine Bänder
Seh’ die Rick Ross Videos und will Designer-Schmuck
Doch mit nem’ Ring am Finger bin ich bloß Elijah Wood
Ja,

care bout no cost
Flexin' on my hoes 'cause it's they loss
Feelin' like the biggest boss, Rick Ross
Niggas out here flippin', man, call it criss-cross
I

Ross
God willing
Giving thanks
We ain't even kicked off and every man got his reason
Think it's sweet? well it's not
Instant P, whip the block, split

homie let's make it clouded
The Holy Spirit possessing me, hunger to be stay pressin' me
Writing rhymes to battle hip hops enemies
I'm Rick Ross forever

raw, yo' bitch Rick Ross
And if she bad, then she prolly get lost
Tell her come home, and I tell her get off
Give me my lunchbox, hand me my drawers

with a package to flip
I'm Rick Ross when he trafficking bricks
College Dropout I ain't graduate shit
Me and Akon was in the same cell
Locked up with

them knots
My trap house open, told the Jay's come shop
I'm workin' my wrist til'
The whole brick lock
I'm servin' these niggas like
The real Rick Ross

Ishi ishi ishi
Ishi ishi ishi
Ishi ishi ishi
I dont need nobody need nobody help
I been quarantined all by myself
The moneys all I need don't need