Lyrics:
from a 2 step
Luh baby got that (Yoplait) streaming like a new jet
I feel like I'm Rick Ross, taking off in 2'10
Gotta close them curtains my burd told
Im fresher than mannequins
Posted at Ross
My pockets be fat like the old Rick Ross
He made a decision with no coin Toss
You kill one of mine, then we
the game now
Let me put the crypt in the game now
Let me pop the x in the game
Let me show why'all what I'm workin wit
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Why'all
in tha brain
Bitch I got Rick James in my veins
Real niggas never change
We just let it bang
Roll through the gutter lane
Daddy said let 'em hang
Yeah, yeah
Baby boss (ooh), Rick Ross (ooh)
Goin' off (ooh), gravy sauce (skrt)
Give me the top with the lip gloss
NASA boy, bih I'm takin' off
crime homie, time for dyin' homie
[Chorus: x 2]
[Rick Ross]
It's truly a miracle, that boy still a live
'Cause I was sellin' bo in '95
Ridin'
and vaudefillian famous
For singing "Swannee"
Written with words by Irving Ceasar
And music by Ira
Gershwin in 1919 became a big hit for
Jolson in 1920 and was
at me man you see hardcore
A real street hood nigga, wish a nigga would, nigga
I can give a damn what you think about it all
If you think I'm crazy
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
do it for the hood
I do it cause you're gay
You suckers wish you could Ricky Ross I'm in the bank
[Plies]
Hey feds,
Heard your bringing my name
go
Whether thats right I will never know(ugh but here goes nothin)
[Verse 2 - Rick Ross]
When Im alone in my room sometimes I stare at the walls
out this shit
I'm tryna make my mom proud, nigga, before I get rich
I come from shoppin' at Ross, yeah, just like I'm Rick
Nigga, I'm really freestylin
here
Call me Florida Man
Doing business with the family
Rick Ross bawsin
Put em in a coffin
A goon to a goblin
I'm hot flowing current in a conduit
Aye aye
Yup yup
Drip drop big rocks I want a Rollie no tick tock (Yea)
Thick thot big glock choppa as heavy as Rick Ross (Whoo)
I’ma just hit then
can't slow it down
Because I'm sitting on top of the world and I'm not comin' down
[Rick Ross:]
Burnin' butter got it smellin' like it's butterscotch
the hood that bitch got 1-25 in the dash
(She like a gangsta 'cause)
I'm the biggest boss that ya seen thus far
I'm the biggest boss that ya seen thus far
Haiti
Now is my turn and I’m not patient
Execute nigga no matter of the cost
My pockets fat nigga like it’s Rick Ross
My drip immaculate like it’s really
I'm drippin' in sauce
Pull up with the Glock
I flex that rick ross
Givenchy my arm
Imma go spend sixty bands on a cop
Imma swerve raris bitch I'm
(Roc-A-Fella, Roc-A-Fella)
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Hustle real hard (Rick Ross)
Hustle, hustle real hard (triple C's, Port of Miami)
Hustle real hard
Hustle,
Yeah, alright, Kadalack Boyz
East side, west side, south side
On the streets I'm a legend, in my hood I'm a star
On the streets I'm a legend, in
Stingy like Mr krabs when it
Comes down to my sauce
Got chased by a fat mall cop
He look like Rick Ross
Like I'm hooping with this nigga
Hit him with
(ha)
Bulletproof vests cannot defend tops (yeah, yeah)
Wanna walk in my shoes, you need ten socks (chyeah)
But these niggas is actors like Rick Fox
Walk in my city, I feel like Jesus walking
Put it in sport, and you know ion get to talking
You know that I'm cool and I play by the rules
You
man's backpack
So long I'm watchin' Cabaret no Mulan wrong hood but my thinkin' cap shoes on
Don't get caught in the wrong hood rat murder capital yep you
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