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yeah
Bout to graduate I don't know what's next for me
All I know is I'll be fine I worked hard for this destiny
Surrounded by friends and fam life is

going on is up to us
You know that I like you don't do too much
What must I do to gain your trust (Ohhhhh)
I don't wanna mess it up
What we got going

a slave damn a coon in the mist
Why don’t you just build some wealth trust me to listen to this
They ask me how I switch my flows I’m pan I do many hits

Ecstasy

Rick Ross

Welcome to the Dollhouse

2008

Even if it hurt, you know

I won't sing to you like Chris and Ne-Yo
But I'm fresher than a stick of deo
Take you to a place where the chef is Creole

some numbers you want me to spit otherwise you know I ain't gon do shit
But I don't need a co-sign I'm good either way dawg I'm goated and I'm finna

to boy like a bitch do
Now u turn pussy like a bitch do
Now ya body cold like a igloo 
Oh u wanna snitch thats a bitch move
I just ate her pussy and I came

too fried
Baby you fuckin' wit' a boss
In a Maybach like Rick Ross
Bitches stuck to me like some floss
And I told that lil' hoe, get lost
Baby, yea you

'm lost
This jacket is Rick
I don't shop at Ross
Imma be big
Imma be a boss
I hit my dance
I do my floss
I'm shining like shit
Bitch I feel like I'm gloss

I got brothers on road like pigeons
They just after the bread
And I know they won't rest till the stack come fat like Rick Ross
So when they be

the cost 
Diamonds be wet they drip like Voss
Pockets be fat- like Rick Ross 
Stop actin' tough little nigga you soft 
Diamonds so icy I made her cough

with heavy metal
If you not talk about money, then I don't wanna talk
I'm tryna get a bag and run it to the top
Tryna be like Rick Ross and live life

stuck to the script like a paperclip

You don’t know me
You don’t know a thing
The way she had my back I'd give her anything
The way she held it down I

the X yeah it's a vibe
We buying ricks can you guess the price
My bitch is foreign my bitch is fine
We smoke zips
I don't know about dimes
I'm doing well

the price, we ain't trippin' off no cost
Skinny nigga, pockets fat like Rick Ross

Thick bitch on my lap, I can't move
She didn't say she had a nigga, had no

Jxmmi)
Look at this shit, it ain't nothin' to me
(Woo, ayy)

You don't even know what I'ma do
When I'm in the zoo lookin' at the zebras
(Ayy)
All these

She know I'm a boss let me put it on You
I don't got to gloss she follow Everything I do
Like Diana Ross heaven sent times Two
She a bad bitch with

always stick
She callin' me her daddy, cause I'm pullin' all these tricks
Lookin' up to Juice, I put you in a box
Call me a pimp, just like Red Fox
Lookin'

Rapper's Delight [Long Version]

The Sugarhill Gang

Sugar Hill Story: To the Beat Y'All

1994

on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
Like a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop, dibbie dibbie
Pop-da-pop-pop, you don't dare stop
Come alive, y'all, gimme whatcha got

I guess by now

Acts a hundreds, just do it fool I done done it
At the summit of rap and I'm watchin' you haters plummit
Run to it or run from it, to bun it don't give

how I'm coming
If I fuck with you then I keep it a hunnid
Bitch I'm a king you know imma boss
Pockets they fat like they Rick Ross (Fat ass bitch)
Move

shop
And I've got that Rick Ross but don't expect the tick boss
I got everything that you need to make your Friday night kick off
Forget your jungle

Lloyd, yeah you know what I'm on
Many girls are laid in my Styrofoam
And I'm in the H-Town, so don't play around
Or my nigga Trae tha Truth going to lay

to private, yeah she always by the cockpit
Stop it, it's nonsense, boy I'm on my boss shit
On my Rick Ross shit, they asking me to drop shit
Liquor in my

the same position we ain't make no progress

We fucked up now where we at
I don't like it when you cry don't know how to react
We fucked up now where we at
I