Lyrics:
on they necks 'til they can't breathe
Claim they five stars but sell you dreams
They say death multiplies by threes
Line them all up and let's just see
Fuck
Okay, I'm reloaded
The homey, Elvis Presley and Rick Ross teen
Be back, I'm back
I'm back, I'm back
It's nowhere to go
I'm talkin' Japanese
'cause
On the beach just chillin out
Six puerto rican hoochies just me, boosie, and rick ross
Bet a hundred on that Saints game
Kinda pissed off I just
regardless (huh)
I'ma let you do all of the talkin'
Don't get me started, you know I'ma stop it (go 'head and talk)
And I don't got a cent for a hoe
She
Paintin' on the boy like I'm Bob Ross
Big Boss, yeah, call me Rick Ross
Locked up just like a dreadlock
Hunnid points, yeah, that's a headshot
Down
was the man, but he was nothing but garbage
Let me rephrase that, bubblin' with pride
Did have skills, but he was ugly inside
Instead of uplift
And let's not lose the day
The progress love has me
Let's plan to love again, dear
When we live again
I'll know you by love and wisdom
In your eyes
Yo, where'd you get that outfit?
[Slick Rick]
One twenty from (?)
Seen the vibe Cali's on
Lets do an up to date, Doug, put your Ballys on
I burn 'em
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
Without a fight
Come take a trip with me
Stop by I'll be at 7 seas
I'll ride love the feel of the breeze
No tide say my flow so clean
Of white it's all back
Cover girl like I’m Kate Moss,
I’m a big booty babe got me looking like a big boss,
All tatted up like Rick Ross,
Runway body ready looking like Kate
[Chorus]
If you could you would get rid of me
What you gonna do when a nigga got to go hard
But I won't let you get to me
You should already figure I'ma
neega(?)
Wouldn't even give my man a 12 bar feature
I know who you are cause he wanted me to eat ya
I said nah lets keep it peaceful
My nigga was a true weed
left the glove and the star, kid
He swore he was the man, but he was nothing but garbage
Let me rephrase that, bubblin' with pride
Did have skills,
it by my lonely now I'm the big homie
But I'm his royal slickness, ghetto weakness, come Rick is
The one who expose cornball rappers with
All these diamonds in my wrist watch
MIA boy big sauce
South Beach like Rick Ross (Yeah)
I don’t care what it cost
We talking bout big guap
We gon
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
hesitated to let one go off straight to yo nation
Hand dat rock the cradle she won't me to stand up in her nation
You know what you facing Ion think you do
on the grip
Call me Rick Ross smokin on the good
Posted in the hood n i wish a nigga would
SK on the seat filt to the tip
Phantom ridin to da beach with a grill
Stick talk
Stick talk
Stick talk
Big talk
Pockets
Rick Ross
Forever ball
Yeaaaaaa
We link
We lock
She give me top
We gone drop the top
We gone mini
wanna dance então pull up nessa party
'Tou tipo Rick Ross à minha volta é só money
Yeah you're a honey but bitch call me
Don't know your head but you just
[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Even though I'm in the streets, you know exactly what I do,
And then I, chase this paper you ain't gotta wait for me
taking it easy
The paper is all in the wall with the TV
Take it to DIY Teezy
He know who to call he could meet me, ay
Talk To Me Nicely he droppin' a CD
My
(Me)
Young and radical, methods are mathematical (Ha)
Let my convertible marinade on the avenue
Mommy that's half a million, I'm livin' la vida happy
_(cropped).jpg/218px-Rick_Ross_The_Mastermind_Tour_June_15,_2014_Toronto_(14590434716)_(cropped).jpg "Rick Ross")
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