Lyrics:
you crying right now
Yeah, I'm sorry
The holidays are just an emotional time for me
That's lovely
It is
Use it
Okay, hit it
All I really need
Is crystal
And Rachel & Ross took a hell of a loss
Well maybe they’re better off Friends
I know them by heart, all these slow burning arcs
But I don’t know who’s writing
yo' mask
Folks go to work with hi tech in his flask
(flask)
All the hoes been acting feral (Aye)
We got wockhardt by the barrel
Just took the one out
and get back in zone they throwing stones
But ain't breaking no bones I'm not a bank I ain't giving out loans
Give it my all but won't give 'em my soul
I'ma
pissed off
Saint Bernard I am a big dog
So watch ya mouth
or ya mammy is gettin hip tossed
I got a 40 with some bald heads Rick Ross
For all you bitches in
motherfuckers in the cold
No need to be told, cause when you got a million po' people
Gettin ganked, by a few that are rich and evil
But it's illegal,
hater quit trying (uh)
I am protected by Zion (woo, Zion)
You try to test, now I'm just testifying (woo, testify, testify)
Looking at the judge like,
a kick in the door
Maybe scoop a young flame from a reality show
I mean how did you niggas make it how
When all y'all tracks sound basic how
These niggas
the street they not getting in
Not by the hairs on my chinny chin
Fell into plenty sin like many mean
But I sautéd the flesh like a cheffin' zombie
So there
North Georgia Tech
Watch your bitch cuz I'm liable to get her wet
Shawty soaked
This ain't Facebook I'll give you more than a poke
Dick made her choke
She
a drugs party in 526.
The flick knives were all they found,
Ross had lots of fun bending down.
Stranded in the smoke, get out of that.
Wilf he's safe
one-fourth of what Rick Ross Got without the get-rich-quick talks
You ain't a big boss, per slack rippin' A beat like me, most still feared rap villain
You
high/prayed for what I wanted/he provide/ peace of mind/ you hate then can slide/ hustle hustle hustle/ shout to Ross/ did my dues/ and I paid the cost/
Whether ballin in the bank or ballin on the court
Better pay up when it's time u don't wanna come up short
Ask me why I do this man I do it for
one call niggas come get y'all
Niggas big boss, feel like a big dawg
Free Larry Hoover nigga like Rick Ross
No I ain't Jesus, nigga, can't get crossed
heart out for y'all
I thank those who stuck by me for anything I went through
Y'all don't know how much that mean to me man
I appreciate it, I love
the sauce with it
Lyrics potent, you know it, so when I quote it
You gotta go deep for you to catch it like Randy Moss did it
Rick Ross the whip you know
the fuck you thinking/// these punks is slipping//
There's no such thing as freestyles now they all come with written//
I'm n point like the tip
texting, WhatsApp message there's no focusing
When you're phone is tweeting, hyping, Instagram liking, likes are rolling in
All this from a Fire In
Balling in Florida I feel like a gator
Pink molly look like salt from the Himalayas
Dior runners all summer I got different flavors
Blancolato so loud it
Yeah
Bugzy Malone
You know
Watch this
I don't care if you can kickbox
You could be a big boy like Rick Ross
You could bring Joe Calzaghe
In Ghosttown
You had the best of me
We fell low
10,000 dreadful things
All that dreading gone by
Then dragged asleep
Ross, you ruin
You ruined
in my hand and told me
Son, make all the messes you can manage to make
And move back to Seattle
Be the drummer in a band
There's a girl from
damn fine
Baby is cute with the accent
Like where have you been all this damn time
I study to build up my assets
Speak like I'm rich
Like it's already
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