Lyrics:
boss
Fuck Joss, he's no hoss
I hate his guts and I hope that he never pushes through
Fuck Joss, he has no sauce
Fuck Joss, tryna be Rick Ross
He has
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
crime homie, time for dyin' homie
[Chorus: x 2]
[Rick Ross]
It's truly a miracle, that boy still a live
'Cause I was sellin' bo in '95
Ridin'
S-E always grindin'
[Missy]
Please don't think I'm crazy (oh)
But boy you are supa fine (do it to me, do it to me)
[Slick Rick]
Thank you
reppin' my city
I be reppin' my city, no one can do it better
[Rick Ross:]
Let the top back on the Chevy
Then I crank up the boom
Smellin' Issey
Diamonds on me shining I'm a big boss
Way I let go of the weight they call me Rick Ross
If a profit ain't a part then I ain't involved
I been busy
I'm tired (me too)
Uncle Ricky (hmm?)
Could you tell us a bedtime story, like you used to? (Look)
Don't y'all think y'all too old for that now?
the biggest boss
And I'm working hard I been feeling like the biggest dawg
And these pockets fat they reminding me of Rick Ross
Now I shop at Neiman's been
Yeah
(Go)
Go saint
(Go)
Yeah
What a feeling
(Let's get it)
Do you see me
(Do you see me)
Young nigga ball like Rick Ross
(Ball)
Dance
ahead and repair it
Sound like the flow from London, but I really wanna go shop in Paris
Shout out to the boss Rick Ross cause a nigga like me like his
'm out here grindin')
I ain't slept in 8 days
I can go for 8 weeks
Ain't nothing to me cause I am the streets.
[Rick Ross:]
Put my life on the line
the language I am used to speaking;
this money will last, because I really won it,
A feat in the usa, here I am back at the bled;
Rick tell me what to do?
Count
they ought ta good
There lived a lil' boy who was misled
By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said
"Me and Ty, we gonna make sum cash
Robbin' old folks
dinero
Pero si en familia, y además tenemos
Nike Shox, Gucci Ghost
Fajos gordos, Rick Ross
Bad bitches, Hugo Boss
North Face, chains dos
Nike
Rick ross
Tryna see if your the one
Tryna connect the dots
Nice hair
And a body like cola
Told this girl chill with me
Come over
Arch your back
Arch your
crime homie, time for dyin' homie
[Chorus: x 2]
[Rick Ross]
It's truly a miracle, that boy still a live
'Cause I was sellin' bo in '95
Ridin'
Steeze like I'm Rick Ross uh!
I'm just tryna get it like a tip off
Play to win and I'ma win it all
Pray to all my dawgs I represent y'all
Still at it
Been
believe
And it only gets harder
So can someone tell me
What do you do when you make it this far
Surrounded by nothing but couple 808's, broken hearts,
'm bout to faint
So baby
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha
Poh me anutha drank (Do It) [x2]
I wanna couple of dem para-dises
Gimme two of dem sum
"The Lord as my witness, Lord as my witness, there's not!
There's not a better MC than Rick motherfuckin' Ross, Lord as my witness
And when a nigga
Anytime I make a hit
I don't miss dawg
Anytime I make a hit
I don't miss dawg
Double R
Big cars
Feel like Rick Ross
Spacious like a ship dawg
I might
pissed off
Get off, RTA my denim know you see da cross
Rick Ross, pockets fat as hell nigga I'm a boss
Jon Ross, niggas need a show cuz dey all talk
These
"Who was it?"
You thought you left D flat, D major
I'll slit your throat with the razor and do Rick Ross Air like that one flight from Malaysia
I
[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Even though I'm in the streets, you know exactly what I do,
And then I, chase this paper you ain't gotta wait for me
_(cropped).jpg/218px-Rick_Ross_The_Mastermind_Tour_June_15,_2014_Toronto_(14590434716)_(cropped).jpg "Rick Ross")
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