Lyrics:
a hollow
Men don't steal
Hey most don't borrow
And if you smoke crack
Slick Rick
That's the motto
All I need is one mic
Yeah the custom model
If she ask just
most don't borrow
And if you smoke crack
Slick Rick
That's the motto
All I need is one mic
Yeah the custom model
If she ask just teller to
Holla and hit
Doe - The hole Lynch Mob
(Shout out to Rick Ross) because I (Run This)
I was a trill nigga, bitch when I wasn't rich
Shout out to Brown Lee, slangin
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
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
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
ass knots
Head on Rick Ross
I can't find another way through the rain
Bad lil nigga turned demon from the pain
Lookin' like a stain
But a lil chain
haze out the jar
Rick Ross, I'm the best in the flesh
Getting blessed on the ?, it's a way to reflect
Hard work pays off, I'm a boss, you can tell
By
Paintin' on the boy like I'm Bob Ross
Big Boss, yeah, call me Rick Ross
Locked up just like a dreadlock
Hunnid points, yeah, that's a headshot
Down
the devil in like Ross (Get it)
Cur-Cur-Cur-Curry the killer, the nigga
Call me Jizzila
Just keep it pimpin', my nigga, so Jizzwalk
(Get it)
Told her it's
I'm on my hustle......BITCH
Like russell simmons or simon garfunkel.....BITCH you heard
What i said i'm on my HUSTLE.......BITCH
Like rick ross minus
Woah I'm a big shot with the head rock twin glocks - Shakewell
Make another check at a pit stop
Rick Ross with da big body tell my team to meet in
Walkin' out, sittin' out, Chris Paul
Walk around doing my Crip Walk (Two, Two)
Two twin glocks, let the clip talk
Imma big boss like Rick Ross
He
I'm a boss, I'm a boss, holding my weight, Rick Ross, you ain't never seen drip with sauce, know that ima always win, I'm a boss
you want money, I
[Rick Ross]
You niggas ass backwards out here nigga
You’re wedding shouldn’t cost more than your funeral nigga
Brick in my jeans
Two bricks for
[Rick Ross]
You niggas ass backwards out here nigga
You’re wedding shouldn’t cost more than your funeral nigga
Brick in my jeans
Two bricks for
ride, I ride for Trey-0-5
Trick Daddy! (When I ride, I ride for Trey-0-5)
Rick Ross!
Pitbull!
The Bottom!
Listen Nigga!
Till a nigga D-I-E,
ride, I ride for Trey-0-5
Trick Daddy! (When I ride, I ride for Trey-0-5)
Rick Ross!
Pitbull!
The Bottom!
Listen Nigga!
Till a nigga D-I-E,
the dash pimpin hoes gettin money
I'm Too $hort baby been down since the eighties
For the last eight years rode around in a Mercedes
Lexus, trucks,
the dash pimpin hoes gettin money
I'm Too $hort baby been down since the eighties
For the last eight years rode around in a Mercedes
Lexus, trucks,
and you'll never say I'm wrong
S-500 straight sittin on twenties
TV in the dash pimpin hoes gettin money
I'm Too $hort baby been down since the eighties
Watch Rick Ross give his Jesus piece to a bum
'Cause tonight we ball, we ball, we comin' up
Paintin' the globe gold, two steppin' on the sun
Like gold,
[Chorus]
Pimpin won't die
In the ghetto, they call her shorty but she tollin her stiletto
The pimpin won't die
Wutchu doin on the street?
You
to come by; real niggaz you 'know?
That ain't on no gay shit, that's on some real shit, dig that
Oh boy! Uhh.. (Not on no gay shit nigga, be pimpin
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