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Them chat badness and is not
Bad on IG and TikTok
I bad wid riffles and thick Glocks
I don't tek nor give talk
5.56 not big rocks
Boss
Rick Ross
Not even

Dick in my hand I'm pissed off
But I ain't bucklin', 'Everyday I'm Hustlin', Rick Ross
One day the whole globe will know I'm Clark Kent
Underneath

l pull the trigger		     (pa pa pa pull the trigger (rick ross deep voice)
Pa pa pull the trigger

(B-Futuristic)

Yeah they’ll let it go
B-futuristic

like I'm Rick Ross
But I've been wasting my days away
Just jerking off and watching tiktok's
Now I think my minds stuck in a
Paradox
Like all my thoughts

(Ay)
Can't test myself in my comfy fleece (my comfy fleece)
Play some old CDs in the back door seat while we smoke some weed (smoking some what?)
Man

they leave in pairs
With a detail, cause you know how them dogs be
Feel they inner Rick Ross and slip em' Bill Cosby's

If you a downer stay the fuck

Quick Smoke Break
Just a lil Quick Interlude
Nah what I'm saying
Nah what I'm Sayin
Know what I'm saying
Show starts in 8 minutes
Let's Get it

Gone

do whatever shorty
Go and hit up any party
Smoke just like our last names Marley
Drink Bacardi then act naughty
Don't care if we stay home baby
Smoke

the big dawg (What)
Pockets on twenty thirteen Rick Ross
Ugh
Caramel skin
With the caramel hair (Ooo)
With the caramel eyes (Ooo)
I’ll pay for ya nails

on my toes
Yeah she like to flow wiz Khalifa can't roll
I know that for fact that boy steady lacked
In the Maybach with Rick Ross swag
Nigga and I got

pockets Rick Ross
Break down the gas and I'm blowing it all
Money in my bag like I'm from Memphis
Elephant trunks my clip got extensions
Murder on my mind

F to pay respects

I can't get enough weed love smoke cough
Still above
Black Butterfly in my mind
Risin' high, spittin' lines
Tells me the story

get the track list
Wax on wax off I pay what cost don't drip in Rick still rich like Ross
Please hold my spliff while I spit my bar
Please pardon my

me
The cash that we raise like Da 'Babys
I can not see clearly the smoke is to hazy
And maybe it' is just because
(Yeah)
I'm struck
By the Illusion

I lace my ricks
I spark my joint and i look to the sky
I shake my head, I look back down and now i'm wondering why
Like why these niggas fake

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

tellin' tall tales
They startin' to feel the pressure like Rick Ross' scale
But luck is for losers, word to Phil Brooks
And trust me winnin' feels better

I want you to tell them statik Selektah

Lets do this, man for real
We smoke big blunts, cigars, it's us
It's obvious, kids
We regulate up shit

Running up the cash all day that shit is mandatory
I've been in the booth with my nigga we like Rick and Morty
I can spend a rack and make it back by

Long Night

Tech N9ne

Search Party

2017

Into
Into
So tell me what we getting into

Ten o'clock hit the stage
Done at 12 but I'm waiting for Ross Rick to say
When they leaving a telly for

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

on a table, uh
Never, now I'm private club label
Leave a lil' bih disabled, uh (Yeah)
Rick Ross feeling like a big boss
Diamonds on neck shine like my bih lip

know you lost
Even Christ got crossed up
You thought you wouldn’t get crossed

Left pocket on biggie and my right one on Rick Ross
Made a stop

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