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And I've got that Rick Ross but don't expect the tick boss
I got everything that you need to make your Friday night kick off
Forget your jungle

Then disappear for a couple days cause I got shit ta handle
This isn't Rick Ross this is Tony Soprano
A real Boss, and I'm making real moves
And she

bro
Not once, not twice, but thrice
And now she's actin' all nice

Fuck y'all, fuck Jamahl, fuck Tazz, fuck Bitch Sauce
Get lost, built like Rick Ross

at home cause you know when we’re alone it ain’t never nothing wrong it’s a drama free zone,
Hear me when I say Mr. Finney don’t play just call me when you

on
Focused on the present 'cuz the past did me wrong (aww)
I would by you a drink but you deserve more
Put my vacation time at work so we can chill on shores

to switch the flow and switch the tone and get in zone
I'm the king, you the queen, let us pick a throne
Let me pick your stones, let me fix my wrongs

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"

to apologize dear.

CHARLOTTE:
I’m so sorry.

ROBERT:
I don’t understand. What’s wrong with my daughter?

ELLA:
Levi, we have to do something.

LEVI:
I-

RICK

the Gm I could trade you off the team
Rick Ross told me to be a boss you gotta make sure they eat
Future told me never try to sweep these hoes off they

Idle with abundance of mindlessness is not ok
 Take a second breathe and embrace tools 
You always move prove them all wrong 
Do what you can take it all

you the nigga wit it
Don’t get me wrong, I still got morals
Stay on the sidewalk if this not for you
You supposed to die if you disloyal
If he still

Big dawg I just lost a dub 
But that shit small
Big boss push it to the limit 
I’m like Rick Ross
Niggas soft rappers living backwards 
Call em criss

Zoom

DJ Black

Life Stories: Dragged & Chopped

2008

the club like

[Yung Jok]
Every day I'm hustlin'
They think I'm Rick Ross
Just as soon as I fuck 'em
Tell the hos to get lost
A lot of niggas mad

like Rick Ross (HUH!)
They always counted me out
And I'm about to think about 'em when I count this 10 thou
About this time last year I was down, feeling

point
Later i realize it was the wrong one
I wan turn big boss ye biti Rick Ross
no be by link up
Ole sha Facebook ye tabi TikTok

No be school dey give

sucking through the draws
Hopping in that Maybach like I'm Rick Ross
Baby, tell me now
Tell me before I figure out
I just want this shit forever, I won't

green? Ain't me
You just a knockoff grades malnourished
But we eatin' now like Rick Ross
Player of the year, just like
An ex, I never miss, nah nah

wrong, and like the beat you bouta big drop 

Counterfeit, friends, cappin' can’t throw me, off 
Never missing mine you outta time just like a TikTok

(Kutta Kut That S*** Up Man)

I’m rollin like Ross had to step in mink 
Micheal Jackson beat it yuh I’m Og 
Perrier sum different ooo f*** with  me

of 9
11 feeling like November 9th 'Cuz I
I got that shit that makes Rick Ross go (Huh)
Make Jay-Z go (Yup) make Kanye Go (haah?)
I know you're at a loss

Do the John Wall

Troop 41

Do the John Wall

2011

hustle on the floor, call me Rick Ross
See the Troop get it jumping like a tip-off
I play hard 'til I hear the ref blow the whistle
I'm a player but my

song now I'm really feeling lost
My pockets get fatter they look like rick ross
Copping all this manga I don't care about the cost
When I'm horny I watch

4th Dimension

Louis Prima

Kids See Ghosts

2018

of Master P and Rick Ross (uh, uh)
She seem to make me always feel like a boss (uh, uh)
She said I'm in the wrong hole, I said I'm lost (uh, uh)
She said

knock a nigga off course
And my pockets be on rick Ross
Ain’t nobody teach me this floss
Different car but depend on the weather
Fendi monster that be