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Nevertheless! Powerslave tour! Hmmmm. By the way,
Running Free... the photograph on the front of this single was by a man none other than Ross Halfing. He

I Gotta

Trina

The Glamorest Life

2005

Trina, Rick Ross, Hot Box..

I got a, fat pussy for a cocksucker
I got a, hideout for a cop ducker
I got a, condo for a baller nigga
I got a,

fatter
Yeah they fatter than Rick Ross
And I swipe, swipe, swipe
Could give a fuck about the cost
Look alive
I push that foot to drive
I'm vrooming past

go
Whether thats right I will never know(ugh but here goes nothin)

[Verse 2 - Rick Ross]
When Im alone in my room sometimes I stare at the walls

A Miracle

Birdman

Savage Life 2

2008

Rick Ross: Trilla
Bird-man: brrrr!

[Webbie] 
The 'lil soldier wit nothin' clear to see wasn't nobody handin' him shit
Ridin' round town glamor

I went pop and made millions, now all I do is chop samples
Egon's finest, peanuts after like I was Linus
Followed by that College Park next, that's

but no rick Ross
But I can never love no thot
I can never love no thot
Woke up this morning
Last night I was faded
Shawty calls my phone and I look

Lames thinking they the boss like Rick Ross
To be the boss in the end price gone cost 

We getting high off life
Prepare for the elevation
We moving

Rick Ross
Go to jail pod boss
Paint away bob Ross

Yes I smoke no recollection 
Trump is out next election
Only fat mid section
I am smart intellection

A Miracle

Birdman

Purple Codeine, Vol. 16

2008

Rick Ross: Trilla
Bird-man: brrrr!

[Webbie] 
The 'lil soldier wit nothin' clear to see wasn't nobody handin' him shit
Ridin' round town glamor

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

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

Boys tryna floss, act you tough shit like motherfucking Rick Ross
We all know you ain't the boss, work in an office, bow down to the labels

ear
That at two you would like to hear
Kriss Kross and Rick Ross at 2am
Jump around and get down to Here I Am
Face down and back up till the morning

I stay on my boss shii like Rick Ross shii
Gotta stack that Guap up until it a wrap
Money, older than B.I.G and Pac
I ain't going trip when I'm

Savage the way I floss 

No Rick Ross, I stack my chips 

Jeans to be a boss 

No Kris Kross 

Imma be a rich bitch 



( Verse 2 )

Yeah, uh 

I’m so

Okay They say I make a stick talk
Got em pissed off
Eddie James bitch I'm big dog 
Eating Rick Ross
I got bands in a duffle
Heard the feds got tipped

grind, no flip flop
When they see me they say I'm headed for the tip top
Hey, hey
I feel like Rick Ross
I ain't heavyset but I promise I'm a big boss
When

Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me

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

ich will Gold, Gold
Ich will Gold, ich will Gold, Baby

Heavy Metal Payback, wenn die Kette glänzt
Und höre Rick Ross auf meinen AirPods, ich bin

compromise I'm tryin'
To move the cross
Everyday I'm hustlin' dirty but
I ain't Rick Ross
Cut from a different cloth
Boss we gotta reach the lost make it

gloss
Pop a perc' now I'm on lift off
Ass still fat, it's on Rick Ross
You bitches, make a nigga dick soft
Bitch ball like I'm at tip off
Get it wet,

and there ain't no fly shit in your closet
How can you be happy when that surrounded by the cost
And Rick Ross just keep screaming "be a boss"
I need