Lyrics:
he smeared off
Forty ounce of that Cristal, Rose, that Rick Ross
Got it jumpin' like Kriss Kross (uh), mismatchin', no jigsaw (uh-huh)
No horseplay
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
hip-hop
Don't get hit by a flip flop
All that talk now hit stop
Hit block
No TikTok
I remember listening to rick ross
Now everyone wanna be on hip-hop
Whole Team finna roll off
We can Talk on the way
Quarterback through a touch down
Catch me in the
Real time and i tap'd in
Gold link and i tap'd in
I'm working on a gut
Beard thick
Beats so fucked up don't even have to spit
Still sound epic, the Rick Ross effect
Might test my luck but won't press it
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)
have, dessert or disaster
I never thought I'd, be in love like this
When I look at you my mind goes on a trip
Then you came in, and knocked me on my
I'm talkin' to you as a man
How the FUCK is you flossin a Benz?
Listenin' to this nigga Rick Ross dissin' 'em
Jim Jones dissin' Jay
This rap shit
you'd always be
(Boy) Oh, baby, you must be loony to trust a lower than low two time like me
(Girl) You said I'd have everything, a beautiful diamond
up so slick you'd think Rick slipped in some shit, uh
Man it feels so good to ball, hundred dollar draws just to hold my balls
Pulled up in the coat,
to chase behind my weed
If I can stay in her hair forever, that'd be fine by me
I don't have no concept of time
Even with a rose gold Concept on me
I
[Slick Rick]
As you see Ruler show's, is enquirin noses
Goin into a story about a kid named Moses
Once a prophet was to be born, so for anything else
It started with a Monte Carlo
Then went and got a beamer
Her mom call me a D-boy
She said yes he is a dreamer
Two tickets to the matinée
Me
tryna jerk me (believe)
O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy
Your chick, she so thirsty (boy)
I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo (boy)
With your girl,
fifty
556 for them niggas bein' dumb, no kizzy
Off a Percocet, got my mind dancin' like Shiggy
The big boss, no Rick Ross, bitch, more like Biggie
I
Rick Ross, Loyd, street life
Ain't nothin' but the street life
That's money, cars and hoes
It's the only life I chose
Street life, ain't
rich from the hood YMCMB
Yeah Maybach, brrrap
[Verse 3 - Rick Ross]
I'm that fat muthfucker, young entrepreneurs
Zombies in the street we got them
the window I fling
Like I'm watched by the pit boss
A feeling in my gut like Rick Ross
Chips in the air chuck a deuce and get lost
I don't give a fuck
I was
that Maybach Music
Rick Ross, Rich Forever
Now, turn the fucking volume up
him
D'you go bang shang alang, every time you're near him
D'you go bang shang alang, every time you hear him
If you don't he's not a real punk boy
If
l boss
Mezzika all day like rick ross
Khalini drok bitch matwellilich now
I'm so fucking busy sorry go back
M gold boy u know
Under palm trees, we got them choppas that'll eat your flesh
The real Rick Ross know every bird gotta leave the nest
You stole your name, I pulled your
He's a hard workin' easy goin' country boy
He wouldn't harm a fly
Nadine down at the hair salon
Promised she would be his bride
He took it real
up
I know you see me on your caller I.D
So pick up the P-H-O-N-E
Pick up the phone, boy
Pick up the phone
Ayiyiyi
I said you know it would be
_(cropped).jpg/218px-Rick_Ross_The_Mastermind_Tour_June_15,_2014_Toronto_(14590434716)_(cropped).jpg "Rick Ross")
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