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myself up use stay soft for these chores
locked out, till God opened these doors then I walked in realised I'm living with the source
employee's I'm a hip

south laying in da southern dirt 



My dick work I ain’t never pop a perc

Shit ain’t sweet I ain’t drinking on no syrup

I ain’t poppin pills just

for being broke is being in jail
An entertainer can't make bail, he broke as hell
I'd rob ODB, but that'd be a waste of time
Probably have to clap

scoring
I can't stop, I keep it pouring
I'ma be high till the morning
Can't be sober, that shit boring
Fuck around and kick your door in
Catch you lacking

some more in
And every nigga came in with me'll kick your door in
Roll up, pass it around like we Jamaican
Whole pounds strapped up in this bitch like we

las-o jos
Aaa, hai dă-i din tine, port doar Boss
Hugo, Hugo, Hugo sunt un Boss
Ca Rick Ross, pachete de bani, al meu e cel mai gros (M6)

Motoare

some drip sauce 
16 with an emboss
Young as hell having all these old hoes
Pissed off, bitch get lost
Got a fat boss nigga
Like her Rick Ross

Yo bitch

see you Boba Voss
I want da head, coin toss
Maybach, Rick Ross
cll back Ecosport, hit da grass, hit da gas 
If dem lights get behind me imma have to do

I love my food
Wen am feeling hungry I ain’t in Da best of moods
Bussing through the Take away Door like a saloon
Catch me being mardy
Or you think

on site
Block the chalk, make a bitch drop, make him dance like TikTok
And I race like Rick Ross, bar, catch it big toss
Tell them bitches get lost, coupe,

It Feels So Good

Twista

Adrenaline Rush [LP]

1997

sliding by
But hit the weed tip first cause my clique got to be riding high
Cause it feels so good

[Chorus]
It feels so good how we kick it in the hood

by Rick Ross..  Boss of everything but your own Temple... 

Know that everything in the universe started with your Mental.. complex but simple..  in

until it goes soft (She don't stop sucking until it goes soft)
And my girl a boss bitch (Boss) Rick to my Ross bitch (Ross) Kris to my Kross bitch (Kross)

Nicca running
Have a pussy nicca sprinting having em dipping like sauce
Pockets fat big boy status yeah I'm talking Rick Ross
Bro done hit a lick he done

Get dat strap rn got me turnt up n pissed off 

Big blick kick a nigga make em do kickflips u  lackin thats w nip slip hammer time throw away

Yo, I said back up on my body shit
Like I ain't' even body it
The Maserati doors flip back
Like a karate kick
I got to get that and party with that

to kick in my door
Lord's been watching me lately
Get da Gat no safety

I've been putting in shadow work
Lurking in the cut
Bout to steal me a first
Niggas

caught him lackin'
I caught him lackin' stole margiela kicks
My bad you stepin' ricks

They said romani go head drop a diss
What is it for me your girl

a boss Meek Mills Rick Ross yeah yeah
Riding with my doggie doing drop offs yeah yeah
All I see is green but I don't golf yeah yeah
Running through these

be looking like you down I'ma hop up in your city, I'ma roll up in your town
Hypnotized by da way they hips move around Say the word, little mama,

Runnin up da racks then blow it
Mixing Rick Owens with Tom ford
In the kitchen beating dope like Floyd
These niggas ain't making no noise yeh
Nigga having

and I was pissed off
I know I gotta get the belly gone like I'm Rick Ross
But all I need is the lift off

em all like chew toys
Where my dogs at
Who let the dogs out
Ear drummers like Kris Kross
Listen to Fat Joe & Rick Ross
Throw on a beat like a hip toss

like cuz he LOVE this shit
Poppin shit don't you know ima boss
Got the crown Rick Ross
Hate on me and still stalk
Got the game fucked up
Beezo da reason