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and I'm finna go pop it
I lock this shit in get the bitch and she drop it
I'm making deposits I'm dripping so mop it
I swerve in the coupe get high and go

gas 
Just like Im Charizard 
Charizard
And Im flying Im so high boy
I keep blowing on that flame 
I gets that fire boy
I will never stop the smoke till

Was rocking Aéropostale now this sweatsuit by Lacoste
Trizzzle rick ross yeah nigga I'm a young boss
Suburban's out front in direction straight

like my wrist
Fuck what you talkin bout
That bitch in you ain't gettin none
Big boss, yea I'm on my Rick Ross
Coke Flow
You's a broke nigga we both know

of the gift shop
I'm makin' Maybach music, pockets fat like Rick Ross
I ain't mean to slap the nigga, it was just an impulse
Niggas can't just grow up, they

rejoice
Just by my sound she moving to my voice
I walk around like a boss, Rick Ross
I don't wait on no bitch, it's yo loss
I get whatever I want, fuck

Mercy

Kanye West

Mercy

2012

hatin') So much hate I need an AK
Now we out in Paris, yeah I'm Perrierin'
White girls politicking that's that Sarah Palin
Gettin' high, Californicatin'

y'all should've been knowing
Niggas mad that I ain't bring them y'all should've kept going

Kept going kept going big dawg
Now my pockets on Rick Ross
You

middle finger finger up
lock it up, i get mine
but they don't even know it
i'm the next one in line
she said she like my hustle
man i'm on my rick ross

that nigga want me dead
But I'm just in my bag
Yeah I'm jus in my, bag
I'ma blow up on my time
I was gonna grind tonight, but now I'm so high
I ain't

Feeling it


I notice that people been writing me off 
Imma go getter no matter the cost 
I'm weird as the fuck 
Call me Morty Rick Ross
Take a trip in

boss 
Fuck Joss, he's no hoss
I hate his guts and I hope that he never pushes through 
Fuck Joss, he has no sauce 
Fuck Joss, tryna be Rick Ross
He has

Ya'll should turn up with the kid
OPM & YBN, Rick Ross on the list
Steady sipping on my tea
I'll fix you a pot if you're Staying
I motivate self

fucking no names
Copping hella fits & getting high I love expensive pain
Popping all these fuckin' painkillers I feel like I'm Max Payne
Gotta watch my back

Dick in my hand I'm pissed off
But I ain't bucklin', 'Everyday I'm Hustlin', Rick Ross
One day the whole globe will know I'm Clark Kent
Underneath

the town
But I gotta dip wit the sause
Come back wit da chicken like Rick Ross 
Ooo
Ooo Loss nah I'm on winning street
Whip don't look real
Something outta

Like grra grra grra
Lil boy stop the cappin
Give u all my love baby
I'm not lacking
Buy you a pair shoes
So we can be matching
Switch lanes
But take it

behind a fucking screen 
Cant you see the finer things nigga go and chase your dreams
Wasting time state of mind u the bait im the line
So divine i grab

Feel like I'm Rick Ross
Pandemonium when I step on out the drop top
She give me hot top
She a cluck head and I make her scream like bwack bwack
I hit

exes
Cause they always tryna finesse me
I just want some loyalty
This shit is so stressing
Imma boss like Rick Ross
Take no L’s I never loss
I’m that

the beat, bitch)
Bruh, are y'all serious? (Lathegoat)
Skrrt, yeah, grrah, grrah, okay (Rick Ross)
(Tampa, Miami, it's up) Okay, yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah

of shit, I'm rapping in a song
I gotta a lot fans, not including ya mom
I'm in tip top condition, I can't be wrong
I'm feeling myself like I'm Rick Ross
I'm

pants off
Costco fan I'm yelling Kirkland bitch not Voss
Cut nigga dirty nails 
I told him get lost
My parents split but yo shoutout the pairs
Rick Ross

FDB [Remix]

Young Dro

FDB

(holla holla)
Nah, fuck that bitch

I'mma go three,
Stupid on the remix I'mma show you how to raise up out the fire like a phoenix
I'm a Bankhead nigga, so