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snatch the heat and get the flame throwin
I stuff two different caliber shells in my revolver
Thirty eight, thirty two, Ross you got a problem
Start me

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

away from a predicate
That Pa-trуn's my medicine
Them stones blowin like they owned by Edison
I am on my better than, everybody tip
Walk up in the club

like Sinclair (yeah yeah)
I might pin a bitch down like Rick Flair
(woo) and don't worry about a ting
'cause the tings there
Yeah the tings there
And I'm

your face off
Rick Ross, nigga, she know she fucking with a big boss
Big balls, nigga, my bitch be sucking on my big balls, nigga
Oh Lord, nigga, I can't

can’t lose,

Ima dog, in this fleece, let em loose,

Big cross hey,
New floss hey,

40 in the pants,
Rick Ross hey,

You ain’t bet on me,
Big loss hey,

tossed like a Heracross
Got turned upside down like Diana Ross

And fell victim to centrifugal force
By the time I was through, you was stiff as a corpse

on ol' Rick Ross status
Don't get flipped like you in gymnastics, uh
Niggas hard online, but in real life he made of plastic
You ain't built the way I'm

me not trip
I'm on a journey my dawg 
Tryna get rich like Rick Ross
She say she falling in love 
But I never fell baby 
Chasing W's tryna turn them

a boss nigga
It’s the vibes that Rick Ross give us
We fighting for the Meeks so they get a milli too
We the movement freedom fighter
Free all of my niggas

should know 

Bridge
Come roll up  
DeHaven smoke 
A Jay for once
T.D Jakes’s you
Fake ass Aristotle
Diddy bussing Meek
Rick Ross is lowkey
Dream chasing

Threw me off the boat
They ain't know I could swim
556'll break a nigga' limbs
I like your chain, I break a nigga chin
Beat you like ya stepdad
When he

Atlas Shrugged, with the multi-verse up on my shoulders
Crack boulders with the
One Inch Punch
Or, like
Ip Man
Surrounded by, ten men
I hold
The martial

shine like lip gloss 
Pockets on swole you can call it Rick Ross 
You fuckn round with a real live boss baby my shit cost
Chorus:
I told these niggaz

Semi-psychotic patriotic homie I'm Ocelot/
Rick Ross'n when tossing these words I floss a lot/
Alucards father when eatin why I floss a lot/
Listen I'm a Belmont

get the track list
Wax on wax off I pay what cost don't drip in Rick still rich like Ross
Please hold my spliff while I spit my bar
Please pardon my

bro
Not once, not twice, but thrice
And now she's actin' all nice

Fuck y'all, fuck Jamahl, fuck Tazz, fuck Bitch Sauce
Get lost, built like Rick Ross

and told him
'You'll be okay'
A lot of rappers are desperate to
Be a star by the day they hydroplanin'
They hopin' that they catch they big break
What are

I lace my ricks
I spark my joint and i look to the sky
I shake my head, I look back down and now i'm wondering why
Like why these niggas fake

sinning fr

Big talk bigger than Rick Ross stick talk always make a nigga get back
Nigga been a big dawg pit crossed wolf from the hood
Nigga talk hot then

It's the Butterscotch Boss
Whole body covered in gold
Whole body covered in frost (Damn)
It's the white Rick Ross
Riding around in the Phantom
Eating

Fat bitch, hell nah, I be blowing fuckin heat
Bitch you better call Saul (What?)
50 free, Rick Ross
Big titty bitches shaking ass down the hall (Baaah)

for the low for real nigga I'm surprised that you shared
Talking bout gats to the show for real nigga I'm surprised you prepared
Ain't no Rick Ross

wanna be the greatest
Big boss
On my grind untill my pockets Rick Ross
Shit talk
Boi that's all you do you shoulda been stoped
Get lost
For I call my