Lyrics:
of my time just like Rick Ross
Everybody wanna follow me call me big boss
My names Shifty, I'm the nice guy
Gucci on my fucking wrist that you can't buy,
Watching Saved by the Bell
Got a house by the bayside (bayside)
Yeah, I'm livin' like that (like that)
And I'm ridin' like that (like that)
Boy I'm ridin'
Hey
Look
Haha
That's so funny
That's so funny
Whatever man
Hmm
Hmm
Broke little opp you know I do not like the cops yuh
Tuck it in my sock on your
On go on green
Big dog off the leash
Rick Ross, feel like Meech
Boy kick rocks, aint got shit me
Pharaoh where the drop, talk my shit on any beat
different dimensional tentacle havin
Make a man homosexual, unacceptable ass pussy
That's fuckin' gross
You were this close Jamal, but she was swept up by ya
Told her it's an Ice Age
With a cold blooded nigga like me (I'm cold)
Tell that bitch I'm Rick James and
A nigga really wanna super freak
(Cold
Like Rick Ross
Real Talk
I'd Rather Sit
Then Snitch Dawg
Cause Quick Jaws
Get A Nigga Smoked
Like Menthols
I'm Way Outta They League
Who Hotter Than Me?
feeling like I'm Superman
Feeling like I run the world yea, yea I know that I'm the man
I'm in my suit and tie, yea I'm on my boss tip, in my Rick Ross whip
Feeling like Jesus on the cross I aint bleeding
But I got the drip and the red sauce
Give a fuck about a season losing weight like Rick Ross
Kicking
"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
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
Yo, who that jawn
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
P.K. Rez
And I don't got time for my enemies
Gone shine, don't care what you say to me
Eating good, Rick Ross
get ya face twist
Cartel cocaine by the cases (cases)
Cartel mo' cars then the races (races)
A-K's on a lear jet (g-4)
Rick Ross I'ma Real threat
b low the money, that louie bag of hundreds,
We trying to holla, but she be hella fronting, she never met a nigga real as
[Chorus]
[Rick Ross
Paintin' on the boy like I'm Bob Ross
Big Boss, yeah, call me Rick Ross
Locked up just like a dreadlock
Hunnid points, yeah, that's a headshot
Down
and my trust got lost
Still gonna rock, finna flex Rick Ross
Ice on my wrist, I caress wristwatch
Clock on the wall and that shit tick tock
And I swear
ride, I ride for Trey-0-5
Trick Daddy! (When I ride, I ride for Trey-0-5)
Rick Ross!
Pitbull!
The Bottom!
Listen Nigga!
Till a nigga D-I-E,
ride, I ride for Trey-0-5
Trick Daddy! (When I ride, I ride for Trey-0-5)
Rick Ross!
Pitbull!
The Bottom!
Listen Nigga!
Till a nigga D-I-E,
haze out the jar
Rick Ross, I'm the best in the flesh
Getting blessed on the ?, it's a way to reflect
Hard work pays off, I'm a boss, you can tell
By
something from me
And if she thinks she is then this bitch is really dumb
And I'm a boss, get lost, Maybach, Rick Ross
I'm looking for a chick with
Watch Rick Ross give his Jesus piece to a bum
'Cause tonight we ball, we ball, we comin' up
Paintin' the globe gold, two steppin' on the sun
Like gold,
Yo, legend, what's good, legend, what's going on?
Yo, we gotta do the intro over and all that, right? Ice H2O
Aight, keep all that, keep all that
shoe, I'm tryna tuck
That bitch in Ho, nigga, that ain't leanin', bitch, That's
Robitussin I gotta switch up my Glock, we ain't Do no
Tusslin' Rick Ross
[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
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