Lyrics:
girl
Rick Ross ima real nigga
You can feel the realness when I deal wit ya
Baby I won't lie to ya,I'm to honest I promise I won't lie to ya
That otha
on my Rick Ross shit
The way I rap over the beat got 'em so nauseous
Feel like Bruce Lee way I kick it with your bitch
First we locking lips and then I
the blood
No Detox
Tryna be self made like Rick Ross
Just like Jesus I'll carry my cross
So make you de your lane
No go enter my front
Or anything you see
God, thank you
For blessing me for everything that you've blessed me with
They tried to see me down, but we way up
Jesus
Oh this Swizz Beatz
a truce But
Doe over hoes
Nothing new
If u play the rules
We cool
Old money washed up
Rinse off
New money boss up
Rick Ross
Flo seats court side
of 'em tryna steal my underwear (wipe me down)
I like to floss like Rick Ross got a hit called set it off
When I sang it everybody set it off (wipe me
getting dumber
Back in getting dumber
Pussy nigga tryna kick it
Hold it down when you get it
Suck me up she exquisite
Money stacks like a midget
Slow
Rick Missy's
Everybody in Wu Tang, Tech N9ne, Common and ASAP
Luda, Proof, Jadakiss, Rick Ross speaking of Maybach
Yeah truly underrated when I enter
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
like me
I won’t stand idly
I’d rather crack my teeth
Than see wack MCs try to act like me
I’m back and I don’t give a fuck
Maybe first time you heard me
to you right fucking now
Oh fuck yeah, let me play this shit
Aight, peace bro
Now I'm out here, rappin' hell to corny
You see Mercedes, and now he lookin'
Business is booming cause imma bigger boss
I ain't talking Rick Ross but you know got the sauce
Took another dub right before I took a loss
Yea but that was
The hole Lynch Mob
(Shout out to Rick Ross) because I (Run This)
I was a trill nigga, bitch when I wasn't rich
Shout out to Brown Lee, slangin' in H-Town
them on Rick Ross
I'm more than a rapper, I'm more like a mogul
Only 15 and I'm killing it solo
The way that she ride it, you'd think she do BMX
Go up
me thighs and hips to grip when I be cuttin' some
Me, I'm quick to nothin' some
I know you clowns trippin' out
Until you find out that it's yo
the genie on deck
Parden me miss ima dog
Take 2 shots no vet
Feel like I'm Rick Ross
Uhhh
Why these hoes so pressed
Count it up
Fuck them haters they ain't
the chicks in the club
Now they want to rub my belly wanna show ya boy some love
They see me iced up they be like wassup?
Try to jack me if you wanna I?ma
and shorty way back in the day
Now she's into films
Our thing just starts to dim
You know when you dealing with a bad boy, baby
I got to keep it trilla
I really want
Some real music out of hip-hop
Fuck talking 'bout a wrist watch
Hold up
Hold up
You see my wave, I’m 'bouta blow up
Santa be bumping me
Think y'all on fire? Even Rick Bobby said no mane
Shake and bake them wack rhymes I'm all raw cocaine
Raised by a single mother who tried to give me
me hopping
Up and down on 24?s
Rollin'
(Hey)
I be rollin'
(Hey)
I be rollin'
(Hey)
I be rollin'
(Hey)
(Rollin')
When I was down
You bitches didn't
your bitch nigga) despite what you heard or what you saw
When you look at me man you see hardcore
A real street hood nigga wish a nigga would, nigga
I
Feeling like,
There's a bomb in the building
“This is for all the women who want to be, and for the men who come to see me”
You know how I do
I’m Back
You
On Rodeo, in a Maybach, they think that that's Rick Ross
Wanna fuck me, she a broke bitch, sorry boo, that's a big, "Hell nah"
Wanna sneak diss, it's cool
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