Lyrics:
bottles, gold bottles, never sober up
Ditch Jesus, In gold I Trust
I solemnly swear to wear my cross and stunt
Separate myself by sticking out just because
**Japanese bonus track on "Trial By Fire"
Baby, too bad
I used to love you, girl
I don't care no more about your face
No, you make me mad
The way
don't talk, that's raw
Scarface, Rick Ross, big boys
Big boys, Scarface, Rozay, we big boys
Every time I turn around, y'all got something to say about me
revolving dog there ain't
Too much there to stop it
Shout at weezy alcwheezy know the
Path that im on when he seen me walkin I was
By myself in New Orleans
on TV"
One night, Meek and I meet up at a
Seafood restaurant not far from his hotel
Where we are joined at the
Last minute by Rick Ross
His longtime
From the 12 inch single "Nineteen" by Phil Lynott with bonus Thin Lizzy track
Also appeared on the live Thin Lizzy album BBC Radio One Live In
open my mouth shit that's the sound
They go "Brra-Tat-Tat" so you betta watch out
Ouch!
[Rick Ross]
Bitch I got money too
"Trilla" album comin' soon
**Bonus track on "Trial By Fire"
You know that my heart is true
And I'd never lie to you
We try each and every day
Still there's something in
out on niggas, reload it, I'm in the moment
Out the mouth, foaming at my opponents to catch the bonus
We never put them on notice and if you noticed
the queen will still reign here,
I'm Santa Clause to these hoes without a reindeer
Saint Nick, Ross, hey Rick, I just got a toy, cost 850
Now I'm in
Ross
You know I never take a loss
Nothing can stop me, I'm in my zone, I'm focused
50K on the side, that's a nice bonus From the bottom to the top, I
It's my time (Rick Ross)
It's my time (Finna' lay back on this shit man)
(Dade County dope boy)
I'm not a slim thug, I'm a fat mack
I don't
chocolatey whip-toppin'
So whether you're hip-hop, Slipknot, B.I.G., Pac
Kid Rock, Kris Kross, Rick Ross, you'll dig this
If not then kick rocks in flip flops
over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
[Rick Ross]
Triple C, Black Flag
We rich, yeah
get ya face twist
Cartel cocaine by the cases (cases)
Cartel mo' cars then the races (races)
A-K's on a lear jet (g-4)
Rick Ross I'ma Real threat
Trina, Rick Ross, Hot Box..
I got a, fat pussy for a cocksucker
I got a, hideout for a cop ducker
I got a, condo for a baller nigga
I got a,
hip-hop
Don't get hit by a flip flop
All that talk now hit stop
Hit block
No TikTok
I remember listening to rick ross
Now everyone wanna be on hip-hop
leave me pissed me off (ooh)
Diamonds heavy husky like my jeweler name was Rick Ross (Yyah)
I'm gettin' up while you gettin' off
(Yeah, yeah)
Poppin'
compromise I'm tryin'
To move the cross
Everyday I'm hustlin' dirty but
I ain't Rick Ross
Cut from a different cloth
Boss we gotta reach the lost make it
know I got more M's than a real Slim Shady video
(I'm the real Shady)
Big Boss, less Rick Ross, more like a wavy Hideo
Kojima, they tote steamers
[Japanese bonus track]
I paid the piper with my song
For all the times I've done you wrong
I watched the devil get his due
And I knew that was for
talking on a Just Blaze track
Rick Ross on the poetry
Ay, Just, this religious
God dammit, says
(Just Blaze)
Surviving R. Kelly, registered
dollar residence
Rick Ross, big chips, AKs, flip clips
Off set rims on a rear six-inch lips
Started on the benches, rose through the trenches
Now I
surrounded by guns, killers and crack rock
Wish God could've re-edited that shot, I guess not
The L-O-G-I-C, open your mind, like O-ren Ishii
At fourteen,
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