Lyrics:
talking on a Just Blaze track
Rick Ross on the poetry
Ay, Just, this religious
God dammit, says
(Just Blaze)
Surviving R. Kelly, registered
to sell to
I take your highest-selling debut
And multiply that shit by twenty-two
When I was twenty-two
Still do it at forty-two, I'm destroyin' you
Cursing in my 64
Family got to eat bro
Now that's a good life
Boss it like am Rick Ross
Smoking in that indoor
Catching good vibes
Ni*** that's the good
least 100 times
Now I'm countin' 100s I swing euros and pounds in Europe
With pounds boy I be movin around
Cell phone well known the big boss rick
Woah I'm a big shot with the head rock twin glocks - Shakewell
Make another check at a pit stop
Rick Ross with da big body tell my team to meet in
)
(You can't walk in my shoes, in my shoes)
Now I'm drinking and driving, with a pistol in my lap
Not a f**k being given n***a, listen when I rap
I've been
open my mouth shit that's the sound
They go "Brra-Tat-Tat" so you betta watch out
Ouch!
[Rick Ross]
Bitch I got money too
"Trilla" album comin' soon
[Rick Ross]
You niggas ass backwards out here nigga
You’re wedding shouldn’t cost more than your funeral nigga
Brick in my jeans
Two bricks for
[Rick Ross]
You niggas ass backwards out here nigga
You’re wedding shouldn’t cost more than your funeral nigga
Brick in my jeans
Two bricks for
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,
the ride, the Gs ride yea you peep it
Like the G style like lil mamma
With the lip gloss, fuck it
Bad bitch suck my dick off you know
I'm like this nigga Rick
wearin platform shoes
I ain't confused, who you think you're foolin with that get-up?
You ain't genuine, so don't waste your time
Riffin over here cause
wanna take us,
Cause we bringing all of the paper, n
From nothing, to something,
You know us we the Usual Suspects.
[Rick Ross]
17 trying man up,
I'm dripping with the hot sauce
Better than your local rapper, ya that's on god
We're big dogs, no Rick Ross, get criss crossed
Elevated to another
gettin fat in these Amiris call them Rick Ross
I swear I wanna kiss you when you puttin' on your lip gloss
I know your ex is mad you with me but that's his
a minute
We'll be rich forever
No Rick Ross
Skinny fat nigga
Eating what I kill
Your loss
Couple real niggas
Getting foreign bills
How it feels
When you
a minute
We'll be rich forever
No Rick Ross
Skinny fat nigga
Eating what I kill
Your loss
Couple real niggas
Getting foreign bills
How it feels
When you
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
It's my time (Rick Ross)
It's my time (Finna' lay back on this shit man)
(Dade County dope boy)
I'm not a slim thug, I'm a fat mack
I don't
fuckin' with those dudes
They run Philly and you livin'
In both they shadows
Cause by your own logic
If the only goal is to have more money
Then technically
wearin platform shoes
I ain't confused, who you think you're foolin with that get-up?
You ain't genuine, so don't waste your time
Riffin over here cause
a milly no need for rick ross’n
Forgotten? Nah this for the brothers that’s all locked in.
The only time I don’t mind a little bit of chatter
Is kicking
You Better
Move
Haters wanna see me
Lose
Can't walk a mile in my
Shoes
They wanna see me wit the
Blues
I'm fucking bitches by the
Two's
Her pussy
Stingy like Mr krabs when it
Comes down to my sauce
Got chased by a fat mall cop
He look like Rick Ross
Like I'm hooping with this nigga
Hit him with
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