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You got that
Say the word trust I'll be glad to
Pick up my shit and give a move on
Make love songs for out groove ons
We can dance but for too long
Cuz

I got brothers on road like pigeons
They just after the bread
And I know they won't rest till the stack come fat like Rick Ross
So when they be

My Kung Fu

Mr. Scruff

Keep It Solid Steel, Vol. 1

2004

track
Talkin about you was an MC was not the move
Cause if you said you had skill, well then you had to show and prove
And if there ever was a party, son

in the darkest hour
Killing big dawgs like Eddie Howe
Me I’m Rick Ross
And I will devour
Anybody wanna be a problem
In the night time I know how

Arrest The President

Ice Cube

Everythangs Corrupt

2018

for the crisscross
I'm a bigger boss than Rick Ross
Always winnin', nigga, get lost
It's the warlord, bring the voodoo
When I bail through, it's

And now i’m boss 

I just jumped into 
A Maybach 
Calling rick ross 

Biting on my neck 
My ice 
Gone give you frost 

Question all my locations 
Stop

they ought ta good
There lived a lil' boy who was misled
By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said
"Me and Ty, we gonna make sum cash
Robbin' old folks

shit, and I'm still a boss
Been that before Rick Ross
Been thuggin' before Thugga' Thugga' came out
No hate though, I hope we out stay rich
It's

(ha ha)
Moving ounces like an exercise tape (move it)
Break it down real nice each step we take
Put cash in the tracks make 'em bounce,rock, skate

Already left u in the WayBack
Cant wait to pull up in Mayback
Rick Ross shit, on boss shit
All my niggas is makin a profit
No i wont talk, pulled up

of my mens, I just eat good like Rick Ross
I don't need no new friends, niggas be throwing me off
Okay, let's go, hey, hey, okay, go get some money, go

I Made it up out this hell

I prevail
Light a L
For all my niggas
That's lost
Inside the sauce
The wings are taking off
Like Wingstop
Rick Ross
This

If you're happy (you just dance)
Move your body (you just dance)
All that bass yeah (you just dance)
Make you move yeah (you just dance)

Limo

to finesse on me but keep i breaking them down 
Make em feel sober but high and tipped over and make sure they drop to the ground 
Bitch I'm Rick Ross i'm

Ishi ishi ishi
Ishi ishi ishi
Ishi ishi ishi
I dont need nobody need nobody help
I been quarantined all by myself
The moneys all I need don't need

sweetness to me babe
When you move with your feet babe
Come close to me
I want you to come close to me
Ohh, I like the way you make me feel
Ohh, hold me tight

An one day I'm a score an I put that shit on lil bro

Had to go find myself cause I was feeling lost 
Now I'm ah motherfucking boss just like I'm Rick Ross

move

AHHH Imma eat it like i'm Rick Ross

Hey mama screaming out the whip like Countess Vaugh

Hype man nigga telling jokes just to be involved

Imma do

like I'm Rick Ross 

I got high standards I ain't ever tossed 

Can't roll with the bozos 

wear em out like kimonos 

Eat em up no togos 

Broke niggas

to see you fall down like The London Bridge
Same song sung by a bunch of kids, can I live?
Tabloids watching which crib
Competition and the bitches got

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

They living a lie
Trying to provide
We living to die
Smoking dubai
Try to get by
Live by the eye
This life makes no fucking sense bitch
Paradox for

I pop a bean and I Liftoff!
We fly from the city to Bangkok
Can't you tell from this ice
I'm the big boss
I stack double the M's
Like i'm Rick Ross

throwing your shade
Sis, it’s your loss
No validation
(Feeling so sauced)
No competition
(Bitches be tossed)
Drums make you flat
On some Rick Ross
Wings stop