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me off
She see I'm the boss
I'm not Rick Ross
I'm from Atlanta, I'm ducking them cameras, I don't like them on me
Please get em off
Aye
Niggas be soft

the way a nigga be pimping
Got a pack of moon rock that’ll make you see Tupac
And that mob boss will have you choking, sound like Rick Ross
Okay
Welcome

Looked just like rick ross
Glasses beard everything
Even had chicken wings
I was seeing things
Living in a dream
Told the bitch next to me my name
She

rackys for real
Spending it all case a hating ass nigga pull up blicking triggers I'm sinning for real
Hey
Big talk bigger than Rick Ross stick talk always

the game like you a Rick Ross
Shakira diamonds shaking by the beat drop
Once they under you, never let them up top
Check the whole crew like they a Nike
Give

the feild you get picked off
Diamonds the cold like the Winter December
Uh, These niggas they schemin like Rick Ross
12 kick the door put the work in

rule is that Yu gotta keep a boss bitch
Everyday she hustling nigga that's that Rick Ross shit
Running to the money like she was sponsored by Crossfit

that shit to drop bitch than drop on the cost then
How you think I gained this weight?
By Rick Ross'n
Yo body don’t fit yo face you jigsaw’n

Only MUNNA shit when a nigga talk
Double MG feel like Rick Ross
Im on Wokeisha like Moneybagg if ion got a drank Ima sip raw
Pour Mo
This MUNNA boy shit

slipping switching lanes
And TMZ update em
I’m Somethin like Rick Ross not
A flashy ass rap toy
Even in the streets I keep a low profile boy
Po inverted, bit

to private, yeah she always by the cockpit
Stop it, it's nonsense, boy I'm on my boss shit
On my Rick Ross shit, they asking me to drop shit
Liquor in my

Dropa don nuh Rick Ross but him a the Boss
We teeth dem white like chalk yea we flass
Champagne glass ina hand wen we flass
An we youth dem flass wen we

the budget
Way before I heard of Rick Ross everyday I was hustling
I'm gone eat like a luncheon, Backwood smoke fill up the lungs
They set you up for

bob I weave then I sting back
No nigga got me beat and I mean that
I'm King Kong Fuck nigga move back
Rick Ross big boss I be that
Ron da reaper bitch

put in the bag you don't care about the cost
Rick Owen shoes and Maybachs like you Ross

Smoking on some green and we face it
You wit a baddie now I

hold up
I'm non-stop, hip-hop, tip-top
Shake weight, make weight, make bank
Rick Ross, uh!

I'm incredible on edibles, it's terrible
I left the lever

these new lines want boss shit 

Had to make mines rick ross it

Yeah I flew in and sauced it 

No free shit just offed it 
Its gonna cost bitch 


Aint

bitch cough
Fat handle and it’s all black 
I might nick name it Rick Ross 
Catch me leaning out the maybach 
Push a nigga shit way back 
Puff daddy bitch

like my wrist
Fuck what you talkin bout
That bitch in you ain't gettin none
Big boss, yea I'm on my Rick Ross
Coke Flow
You's a broke nigga we both know

shoot then it bounce off my chest, I'm immortal
Walking through green it's a portal
You cheap in it, ross, if I'm Rick then you Morty
I'm fucking sick

Her voice lost it, insane, Romaine tossed it
I big-bossed it, feel the beat
Full-forced it
Her pussy lips gave my dick a seizure
Yeah, she Rick Ross

I want big prof out in the block 
tryna make pockets fat like Rick Ross don’t criss cross can’t 

violate me make a man see blood no crip walk
Make

on the grind
And I'm pushing real hard like I'm Rick Ross
And I never gonna stop
Til I reach the fucking top
'Cause I'm sick of being broke
Man I'm looking for

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Yeah, I'm mad hoe, yeah I'll never leave my bros
North side hustler, yeah, and I'm boss like Rick Ross
She sucking on my dick, I bust her