Lyrics:
sack
When she got the lip gloss, hey!
Rick Ross, never lost, never toss
Never gonna DDoS
Never gonna double cross, ay!
Hugo Boss, got a lot what I bought
Rick Ross
Go to jail pod boss
Paint away bob Ross
Yes I smoke no recollection
Trump is out next election
Only fat mid section
I am smart intellection
meet the boss of the cartel.
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I'm a seven-nine satan, sitting on Lorenzzes.
And I seem really patient, picture the equation.
heartless
Rick Ross done fed you that garbage
This is not a dis
This is just a word for the dope boy
trapping and rapping dealing with life challenges
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
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
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
Rick Ross
Plies
Nigga, we so hood
I'm so hood
We the best
DJ Khaled, Florida stand up
Let's go
Hood
way, yeah
I got racks, I got racks, please don't ask me, yeah
I got swag, I got swag, Rick and Raf way, yeah
Sweep the game right with a broom
a eight now I'm living on another plane
Cocaine fucking with my brain
I'll never be the same
Rick Ross (Rick Ross) hugo Boss (Hugo Boss)
Quite cryin'
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
raining until someone assassinate,
And I feel like M-L-K
Yeah, I have a dream to be your worst nightmare,
And now meet the boss of the cartel
(Ross
raining until someone assassinate,
And I feel like M-L-K
Yeah, I have a dream to be your worst nightmare,
And now meet the boss of the cartel
(Ross
"The Lord as my witness, Lord as my witness, there's not!
There's not a better MC than Rick motherfuckin' Ross, Lord as my witness
And when a nigga
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
the green
I ain't Rick James
But Mary Jane for me
Players ball
Cuz it's like that
Never slipping
Forever pimpin
That's how it is
That's how we do it
diver?, socializer, I've been rockin'
these motherfuckin' microphones since nineteen seventy-niner,
and by the time that this little nappy head nigga retire
Double back, dressed in blue laces
They killed Dr. Sebi, he was teaching health
I fuck with Rick Ross 'cause he teaching wealth
Dropped out of school,
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
kleisz się jak sticky, sticky
Jestem bossem tak jak Rick Ross albo Niki Niki
Slicky bitches chcą być blisko, każda na coś liczy
Ze mną moje MILFy (haha)
reppin' my city
I be reppin' my city, no one can do it better
[Rick Ross:]
Let the top back on the Chevy
Then I crank up the boom
Smellin' Issey
Gardner, the crashin' of James Dean
Bobby Brown influenced by Rick James, it goes
Prince wanted Alexander O'Neal to be Morris Day or Jerome
But Alex was
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
Ima take your glory
Ima take your spot
Ima show who's boss like Rick Ross
How's my man getting views
Your shit
Your times running out tick tock
Love
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