Lyrics:
too high, chill with the Weather Man
Damn I dress to fly, just like a feather man
Why they copy, I'm a real trendsetter man
Said she love me but left me
fuck it
Thug out the day ain't slept in a week
That's not me complaining I'm stating my peace
Runnin' towards opps dodging police
Gettin' too hot done
pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry
lookin at me like I'm cake, enticing
I really clocked back I don't tik tok that
Hop on that lemon pepper freestyle and Rick Ross that
Talk back to those
was way back
To buy a bag of chips, I scrapped up cents to get lays bag
Like since I got a beard just like rick ross I need a Maybach
My dawg whipping
on)
Daddy rock a player body 'til I tell you to stop
Hit the right spot, if not leave money and kick rocks
I'm a thug ho, I need a thug nigga up
likes to get spit on
And my pockets be fatter than Rick Ross
Got a gun by my side you won't live on
Got a gun by my side you won't live on
Now he tryna
kick rocks
Hoping that one day my Grammy shining like some lip gloss
Never stop hustlin yeah I'm feeling like im Rick ross
Whole lotta pressure
Got
in the box on some mime shit
Ain't no lil nigga, I'm a big boss
I lost it all like I'm Rick Ross
No big damien, get your shit tossed
Put your trust in
Double back, dressed in blue laces
They killed Dr. Sebi, he was teaching health
I fuck with Rick Ross 'cause he teaching wealth
Dropped out of school,
a Monday
Them Rick Ross days, we was playin' that gunplay
We really in them fields, we was playin' with them folks
You run across Carson Field, get that ass
pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry
that Afrocentric lovin' is the past drug (what?)
A life filled with (guns) that's what thugs love
Snatch you fast, wrap that ass in the rug of your
Damn I love what I see
Oh yeah
I just gotta be honest with you though
Ugh huh
You gotta tell me if I'm really what you want I may be a little too
the worst
Wanna make it better
We gotta situate a plan how to treat each other
See we need one another
Your my brother so I love you
Like we share the same
just to get with her
Make me feel like you an Indian giver
[Verse 5: Rick Ross]
I'm getting money I could never be the same
New address, but
the brades
Hey don't get fly 'cause I can get fly too
Cruisin' in a six double 0 right by you
From the Bayou to the Hudson, I be bustin'
But if it ain't about
T-Pain and Weezy
Big boss no Rick Ross no spaceship
I'm takin' off
Tryna get the racks to make my family proud like Kyla Pratt
She want be my quarterback
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
Whenever and ever
We want you, do you feel the same way too? (I need hip-hop)
Kane's era was terror, he warmed it up
Parrish and Erick cat lyrics
things)
(Satisfy my need, drinking Sizzurp, now bitch just roll my weed)
[Chorus: Cam'Ron]
Now push it, push it good
Push it, push it real good
[Juelz
things)
(Satisfy my need, drinking Sizzurp, now bitch just roll my weed)
[Chorus: Cam'Ron]
Now push it, push it good
Push it, push it real good
[Juelz
on ol' Rick Ross status
Don't get flipped like you in gymnastics, uh
Niggas hard online, but in real life he made of plastic
You ain't built the way I'm
with cheese
Circuit tapes with CD's by the 3's in keys
Biggie was too large and Tupac was too real
Niggas had homies with heat on the street and he
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