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a boss 

I play the game just like checkers just call me Rick Ross

my wife a real mvp yeah she a ball hog 

Ricky Ravioli dripping sauce like I burned

Blossom
They tried to keep up and I already lost em
Eating so good I look like I'm Rick Ross'n
I can't eat the cat if it look like a possum
I'm not from New

room and I'm sauced
Imma keep on flexing like my name is Rick Ross
They going look at me like the king I'm a boss
But I could get them wet up ain't no

My Kung Fu

Mr. Scruff

Keep It Solid Steel, Vol. 1

2004

Rick's cousin
When they knew I wasn't, but I had no shame
Pa, you know the name, the Mos always had game
Back in the day of the Rap Attack
When brothers

Hanoozam pame man conversam
Ashghali bia garbage bag
Saale dige man ba funk flex
I'm a boss bitch
Rick ross shit
Click clack then gunplay
(Rat tat tat)

Sam

bussin  
Run up Onna squah, might load choppa at ya muffin 
Need dat cash I need dat sack no rick Ross I need two maybachs 
Hold dat rock don't trip don't

like Rick Ross everyday  hustlin
that's on God,
yeah (On God)
You know
This The G Code

Word on street
N
Word on street

Word on street
N
Word on street

like Rick Ross everyday  hustlin
that's on God,
yeah (On God)
You know
This The G Code

Word on street
N
Word on street

Word on street
N
Word on street

either way you gon' be mine
Tell your ex to suck a dick I know he pissed off
Pockets gettin fat in these Amiris call them Rick Ross
I swear I wanna kiss

dums
Spiel my numbers
Aan elke kant
Hulle wiet eks number one
Now let me smoke
My marijuan
I make her jump like Kriss Kross
She has my back like Rick

get back on my grind, bitch look at me now
Im a soldier, wouldn't make it far if I wasn't
Used to stack up singles, now I stack them up by the dozen

by me, that's a close knit circle you can't leave ‘less I kick a nigga out 

I got motion like slinky on stairs 
I love bitches like Rick Ross love

night I swear I almost lost it
My bro told me my worth and now I'm feeling like a boss, yeah
Album coming soon, might go and feature Rick Ross, yeah
Rosé

It's the Butterscotch Boss
Whole body covered in gold
Whole body covered in frost (Damn)
It's the white Rick Ross
Riding around in the Phantom
Eating

Yeah, we lay 'em there
Lay it down like a track
I went to the bank to deposit a rack
I spent it all then I made it right pack
Like Rick Ross in a Maybach

what I got
FTOS, we on the top
Rik Runtz, not Rick Ross but I'm a boss
Why you tryna salt me down?
Man, fuck that, that stupid hoe can't come around
If

them on Rick Ross

I'm more than a rapper, I'm more like a mogul
Only 15 and I'm killing it solo
The way that she ride it, you'd think she do BMX
Go up

5PM, phone blowin' up
Rambo with the zip costs
125 plus 20, drop that bitch off
Swingin' by the house, grab my nine piece
Rick Ross
Gotta drop this

want me horny turn a trick and get my bricks off
I think I’m Big Meech Willie Lloyd Rick Ross y’all at the border OK hit me when the shit cross

They

ain't tryna come up off the struggle
Faith in the hustle Rick Ross pushing it on the double
Phone dry up I'm out chea wit the post up
And I wouldn't

the updated PPP method
This that new sauce
Ain't working for nobody, I'm the boss
Still like Rick Ross
Got everybody eyes on me
Like the NBA tip-off
You talkin'

our small talk
We dressed like big boss
We rich like Rick Ross
The water we drinking Voss, and
Y'all motherfuckers Dasani, all you
Saying is sorry

of the yacht club 
Got me bumping Rick Ross
Fuck a Rollie my personality floss
In this life No ones perfect 
Yea we all got flaws 

Dios bendiga mis enemigos

and i do not talk a lot now 
What it cost what it cost to be the boss huh
Rick Ross on my neck triple cross yea
Drop top and I flip it in reverse huh