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off
I got a bitch with me
Got her top off
I like treat em
Like I'm treating my cars
Bitch I'm the boss
Like I'm fucking Rick Ross
Sipping on cognac
Got

n, Rick Ross
Boy you so cap n, you be lying
Watch me run it up every time

448, Ima serve every dime
Put this on God, if I'm lying I'm flying
N be

big on that husky shit, call me Rick Ross
I don't fuck with broke bitches, yeah, I'm a big boss
Now I'm lookin' at my ex bitches, yeah, they make my

downtown with the big dawgs, got me feelin like a boss, like I'm Rick Ross
Like Zion thru the Matrix, I'm gon' crip walk, blew up on my own, I don't need no

a dietary supplement
Rick Ross '06: everyday I'm hustlin'
Watch you niggas mumbling, I bet you won't try me
Hoes get to ride free, I'm a super-fly G
Do you

receive bread at the coin toss
I’m big boss like Rick Ross
Assist gas like Chris paul
I got the force like Darth Maul
Stay posted up like Gasol (Yeah yeah

the thoughts in your head tell you that your not great
You a boss like rick ross regardless of weight
It;s not up for debate, might got a lot on your plate
But

big P, I can fuck yo big dog bitch
My pockets fat as hell, I'm on some old skool Rick Ross shit
We catch you flontin' with sack we get you picked off

and accomplished
Ghetto-er than Compton
Dirty like a swamp is, I don't do no talking
You know who the boss is, Rick Ross causing
Molotov tossing, pick him up

subliminals
See, all my life I was raised
By a lot of criminals
So all I know is scratching
My pistols and my genitals

Picture this: picking kicks out
Of Foot

subliminals
See, all my life I was raised
By a lot of criminals
So all I know is scratching
My pistols and my genitals

Picture this: picking kicks out
Of Foot

that life ain't fair
Sippin Rozay like I'm Rick Ross shout out all the pears
Vizene all my diamonds yea these shits is crystal clear
Eat lil shorty pussy

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

a pocket fulla stones was no future in ur frontin
Influenced by that Rick Ross everyday I'm hustling 
You can hear it in my stomach its soul food that goodie

I've been feelin' like a ghost
I don't wanna talk I don't wanna be a host
Feelin' like Rick Ross cause you know that I'm the boss
Hiding from the world,

me
(Wipe me down)
Red bones, caramels all of 'em stop an' stare
All of 'em try and fill my underwear
(Wipe me down)
Like to floss like Rick Ross
Got

l pull the trigger		     (pa pa pa pull the trigger (rick ross deep voice)
Pa pa pull the trigger

(B-Futuristic)

Yeah they’ll let it go
B-futuristic

rackys for real
Spending it all case a hating ass nigga pull up blicking triggers I'm sinning for real
Hey
Big talk bigger than Rick Ross stick talk always

sinning fr

Big talk bigger than Rick Ross stick talk always make a nigga get back
Nigga been a big dawg pit crossed wolf from the hood
Nigga talk hot then

up on you its gonna be a homicide
Stop fucking with you untill I see your homo side
My niggas gon slide like a drive by
Left a nigga dead fuck nigga

kids without fathers asking how are you this far?,  I don't have a girlfriend but get Molly from Rick Ross

Speaker in my pocket playin my chemical

Ain't No Thang

OutKast

Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik

1994

but stuck
Nowhere to duck, pull his file, niggas die
By getting blasted, how drastic
They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do
I got

My Kung Fu

UTD

Urban Thermo-Dynamics

1999

and ma duke
How much I love the both of you
I know all the strain we been through
But it's of no consequence cause we're comin through

[ VERSE 1: Mos Def

Aye yo mami! 
Yo te lo dije I be that head nic 
That nigga with degrees
Burnin rubber and burnin through these magnums with ease
Can't be burned by no