Lyrics:
Rick Ross
Plies
Nigga, we so hood
I'm so hood
We the best
DJ Khaled, Florida stand up
Let's go
Hood
sauce
Word to Rick Ross
I need a baddie to go with me down the the Wingstop
Make ya rings pop
Make that thing drop, make it hot
Make you wonder how we
Think it's time we make arrangements
Finally wiggle out they mazes
Find me out in different places
And 'The Spook By The Door' this the infiltration
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
got no
Class you know that's truancy
I don't want the panties off
Unless it's done by me
Rick Ross voice you know it costs
To be a boss like me
So many
way
If you don't wanna make money, stay away
Rollin through the city, feeling right
And I got my brothers by my side
Designer clothes got me feeling
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
Rick Ross, Loyd, street life
Ain't nothin' but the street life
That's money, cars and hoes
It's the only life I chose
Street life, ain't
Okay They say I make a stick talk
Got em pissed off
Eddie James bitch I'm big dog
Eating Rick Ross
I got bands in a duffle
Heard the feds got tipped
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
crash impact whiplash
I'm the next filly representative
Make sure you know that
Ima take your glory
Ima take your spot
Ima show who's boss like Rick Ross
Bout time to make a move upon the hungry little butthole
Meanwhile she acted quite passive
lickin' the hun neck while she lotionin' that ass with jelly
Old money washed up
Rinse off
New money boss up
Rick Ross
Flo seats court side tip off
Ya Gucci knock off that's a rip off
Woke up just got
apartment you got Rick
On her knees about to make her fall
(Girl)
"All platinum and gold, jammies hangin' on the wall too
You got it goin' on"
Now my
Rick Ross, I could turn a lui store into a thrift shop.
Moski -If we decide to pop off. Im tryin to make them moves just like a big boss. She said go
you might make a nice bit of money
Hundred dollar bills
Benjamin Franklins filled, folded just for the thrill
Go numb until I can't feel,
(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
get shot on the porch of your fortress
Now they see that you know I'm from Port City
I run this, Rick Ross it's boss shit
'Cause we takin' over,
to the guap-anise
I gotta make me a plate
Cause I been craving the broccoli
Yeah
These niggas getting me pissed off
Yeah
I need my pockets on Rick Ross
world some 16s
Don't stop, get it girl, you a dick-fiend
[Chorus]
[Snoop Dogg]
Pass the pill, and holler at Phil
And make a move with Shaquille in my
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
my dick soft
Dawg talking shit he catch two like he john wall
If he try to move give him a third like chris paul
Chopper make a nigga jump like
fatter
Yeah they fatter than Rick Ross
And I swipe, swipe, swipe
Could give a fuck about the cost
Look alive
I push that foot to drive
I'm vrooming past
leaders and they gave us dope (crack)
From the C.I.A. by way of Nicaragua, shipped to Rick Ross, he's the black godfather
Now Oscar Blandon was his known
_(cropped).jpg/218px-Rick_Ross_The_Mastermind_Tour_June_15,_2014_Toronto_(14590434716)_(cropped).jpg "Rick Ross")
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