Lyrics:
on TV"
One night, Meek and I meet up at a
Seafood restaurant not far from his hotel
Where we are joined at the
Last minute by Rick Ross
His longtime
more cars, more clothes, more clothes
More money means more dough to (blow)
More bottles, there's more dough to (blow)
Rick Ross got a lot of dough
[Rick Ross (J. Holiday)]
You Might need a passport for this one
Its international
J.Holiday!
(And we got a special guess)
Guess who, boss!
(You
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"
Ima take your glory
Ima take your spot
Ima show who's boss like Rick Ross
How's my man getting views
Your shit
Your times running out tick tock
Love
acts of violence
This goes deeper than rap shit
He's worth eight figures
So young niggas, boss up
I present to you, Rick Ross, the boss
[Rick
I'm on my hustle......BITCH
Like russell simmons or simon garfunkel.....BITCH you heard
What i said i'm on my HUSTLE.......BITCH
Like rick ross minus
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
Hustled hard!
Tha game in trouble
When we hustle hard,
Future pop star,
Bieber wit the bars,
We hustle hard!
Ou-we Rick Ross “Hustlin’”,
Off the head top
wanna take us,
Cause we bringing all of the paper, n
From nothing, to something,
You know us we the Usual Suspects.
[Rick Ross]
17 trying man up,
feeling
Like Rick ross
They yelling to much names
On the court
My name is what I hear
When they bored
Jump shot they hate
The way that I scored
The way all
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
it by my lonely now I'm the big homie
But I'm his royal slickness, ghetto weakness, come Rick is
The one who expose cornball rappers with
dollar residence
Rick Ross, big chips, AKs, flip clips
Off set rims on a rear six-inch lips
Started on the benches, rose through the trenches
Now I'm
it by my lonely now I'm the big homie
But I'm his royal slickness, ghetto weakness, come Rick is
The one who expose cornball rappers with
Rick's cousin
When they knew I wasn't, but I had no shame
Pa, you know the name, the Mos always had game
Back in the day of the Rap Attack
When brothers
star, L-U-C-Y-P-H-E-R
You’re not the rap God, so reshuffle the cards, 13 times 4, The The joker is odd, 52 five and 2, equals 7 hard, I turned night
At the tip top, I'm a big boss like Rick Ross
I'll cross you over then I'll hit you with the quick shot
They pissed off that we pullin up on his block
I lose
Rick Ross, I be with gunplay
You grind hard, you could reach this one day
I learned the game young, and knew that I would teach it some day
I'm bool,
compromise I'm tryin'
To move the cross
Everyday I'm hustlin' dirty but
I ain't Rick Ross
Cut from a different cloth
Boss we gotta reach the lost make it
same thang game came when I left em
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie
But I'm his Royal Slickness ghetto weakness come Rick is
dollar residence
Rick Ross, big chips, AKs, flip clips
Off set rims on a rear six-inch lips
Started on the benches, rose through the trenches
Now I'm
back now it's time for us to eat bro
Table big enough for everybody seat bro
Yeah
And I Gat stars and I gat rap
And I came through I got them stacks
When
same thang game came when I left em
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie
But I'm his Royal Slickness ghetto weakness come Rick is
_(cropped).jpg/218px-Rick_Ross_The_Mastermind_Tour_June_15,_2014_Toronto_(14590434716)_(cropped).jpg "Rick Ross")
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