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a big ass Glock I ain't doing no fighting
Gotta go gotta go get it do the right thing
Japanese my kicks and they made by LingLing
Everybody traps once

chicken fried fat like Rick Ross
I said i'm pissed off, never seem to get lost
Ridin screaming fuck the world until my dick soft
Crack a busch lite and roll

T-T-Turnin' me straight, bro, give me my gay back
Rick Ross nuts, they built like a Maybach

B-B-Bootyhole tight so I'm puttin' my thumb in it
Fuck around, I'm

Im big dog
U can get smoked like menthol
No favors to hand you 
Really ain't sh*t i can't handle
No cake and it ain't ya birthday
But ima blow out ya

the sauce
I don't lift a finger
I'm a fucking boss
And my pockets fatter
Yeah they fatter than Rick Ross
And I swipe, swipe, swipe
Could give a fuck about

click, click
(Take a picture) click, click
(Check me out!) Yeah, I know what I'm doin'

[Rick Ross]
Started wit' a nick then I seen a hundred bricks

Either way son you're gunna get run
Your face is my wristwatch
Your girl watch my tiktoks
I'm big boss
You kick rocks
I'm Rick Ross
You Rick Rocked
Get

nigga show some respect
It could all be so simple boy gone get a check
If you messing with the boy then my niggas at ya neck
We ain't come to play boy we

I'ma get a load
Then I'm gone, young nigga, right back on the road
Post up by the store, If it ain't about money, better not call my phone
I'm in my

[Verse 12: Rick Ross]
One love to the gangs, but I'm in the thangs
Say the fellows for the cars, see we kill for the fame
The boss made it, yeah we floss

it falls apart, uh 
Fuck Joss, he ain't a hoss 
Fuck Joss, he's no boss, uh 
If he weren't in my life, then it wouldn't be a loss

Fuck Joss, he's no

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

hit my phone lil bitch do you want something  
I cant talk right now. cus this gg got me bussin  

Need dat cash I need dat sack no rick Ross I need two

Ran it up with the bros and now we dripping hot sauce
Trying to touch a milli', I want all my pockets to look just like Rick Ross
Man, they just be

motion I'm working my ass off
This too much Motion
Yeah I gotta make this shit shake
I promise I know what it takes
Going hard I ain't taking no breaks
I

behind you when you're leavin'
And you don't even know it (word, yo Rick, man)
She's brushin' her hair, adjustin' her mirror
She's rappin' my shit, but

ones by Jay Z and Rick Ross she
Did that song because she was asked and
Because "Kanye's a genius" She
Did "Bang Bang"
Because she "knew it would be big"

Lonely
Yeah
But lately I've been on my boss shit
Raw shit
Talking Rick Ross shit
Spending money not even looking like what the Cost is
Water when I walk

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

your face off
Rick Ross, nigga, she know she fucking with a big boss
Big balls, nigga, my bitch be sucking on my big balls, nigga
Oh Lord, nigga, I can't

fucking on Khalifa
Got the big dogs, big bops on the set
Feel like Rick Ross, Big Smalls, got the bread
When you lift off, please dog, don't forget
Where

it like piercing through septum
Watching that, watching this
Want me dead, Apocalypse
You Owen shit, I ain't talkin' Ricks
and I'm with my dogs like

and now throw her away
Big man Rick Ross, Young Don with the sauce
Two times gonna be the boss, two times running big dogs
All the times we had
I wish I'd

doing the thang
Yo, you stand out, got the swag, I can peep it
Deep it, I wanna let you in on my secret
You know I'ma dog, I don’t wanna catch feels