Lyrics:
to send my love to my friend Rick Ross
Rick, I'm immensely appreciated
In giving me love and keeping my name
In your music for the past two decades
It
Putting my feets on the table I feel like Rick Ross
I ain't talking bout fame I ain't talking bout racks just feeling that
Stop playing with me
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'm
click, click
(Take a picture) click, click
(Check me out!) Yeah, I know what I'm doin'
[Rick Ross]
Started wit' a nick then I seen a hundred bricks
click, click
(Take a picture) click, click
(Check me out!) Yeah, I know what I'm doin'
[Rick Ross]
Started wit' a nick then I seen a hundred bricks
so big like Rick Ross yeah)
I know you missing me
While I run up a check, yea you dissing me
And I can't get you back by like any means
You was stuck
a legend & my neighbor Rick Ross
Southern Dirt made it clean all dat slander it was false
Hook
Verse 2
You a polymath niggas didn’t know dat u could
what we quote
No Rick Ross
You fuck wit the boss
You dirty you ratty? I steady go floss
And bait the snake
And wait till he's out
Don't double cross
living on another plane
Cocaine
Fucking with my brain
I'll never be the same
[Nick Colletti]
Rick Ross
Hugo boss
Quit crying
Hot sauce
Big Rocks
Little
Rick Ross:
See it go like dis started what is
Made it to a burb now im da shit
Nigga thats my word pull up in da whip
See us on da curb hands
on her clit
Back to slobbing on my tip eating goblin my stick
I'm a big boss I'm Rick Ross I'm G-Eazy when he says
I mean it mean it mean it call your girl
dirty is what I'll do ya
I'll, I'll use the cig, the pump or the german luger
I'll, I'll be the shooter, I'll, I'll be the shooter
I'll, I'll use
gonna hawk that
No Rick Ross but they know i bossed up
Working out doing run ups and walk ups
Lived by the gun and he died by his knife
Russian Roulette
Yo ex mad
Dirty like I just crossed it
Kris Kross shit
On my boss shit
No Rick Ross shit
Palm Angels sweats
Never on my calm shit
Peep the new drip
playing what I'm saying
And I'm stepping what I'm reppin
I'm about what I shout boy
The loudest mouth of the South boy
I'm from the dirty dirty
You can't
mean and ross,
Its on ya head, bitch you dead ill pay the cost
Cause I'm a boss, in the south side of Baton Rouge
Where niggas swervin' on them
(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned
the day that I make it
With big bosses having money conversations
With rick ross's yeah the future generation
Yeah
Yeah the future generation
I pray to god
Went from receiving hammedowns from my cousin to having my own shit
I grew up in the dirty south where we drop ice cubes in throw bricks
Ian licking
God-tier
Flow got harder, mind got smarter Wife got naughty, text, no callin
Money got shorter, hustled Rick Ross And I'm acin' my lane, chilled on the ego
to your men in the morgue
I'll be down South bendin' a whore, ten in the morn'
Dirty on 85 like Jay, Barnes, Sean Paul
Beef with New York rappers, I'm
In the Dirty South
Niggas be getting slid, and put on they back
WG bring hats, making niggas back back
Niggas better duck quick
When the K start
an AirPod in her pussy and a nose ring missing man fuck
Listenin’ to rich off cocaine by Rick Ross while I’m makin’ home steak sauce cut ya loss
Aye
mean and ross,
Its on ya head, bitch you dead ill pay the cost
Cause I'm a boss, in the south side of Baton Rouge
Where niggas swervin' on them
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