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cause she know im a Big dawg

And my Pockets lookin fat she said they look Rick ross

Uber over to my place, no i can’t make this bitch walk

She so fine

to see that I floss
I cannot be canceled
I cannot be paused
Hop out the Maybach Rick Ross
Sky walking out the yeah lamb just to make it Clear
Bitch on my

Kamikaze to the party
Blow that shit up as crip walk
Big talk, yelling out feed me
Like I'm Rick Ross
Diamonds on my tick tock
Time to take a big

the feild you get picked off
Diamonds the cold like the Winter December
Uh, These niggas they schemin like Rick Ross
12 kick the door put the work in

on broad day
Gangsta gangsta we gangsta
Gangsta gangsta we gangsta

Like I'm 2 pac I keep me 2 glocks niggas smoking rojee
When I'm smoking on some good

the bills
Have this ice up on our wrist that make us cool and make us chill
Yeah we know
This shit ain't no slick talk
Gotta drop walk like we Rick Ross
Got

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 lost
These false thoughts keep me isolated from the Average
Watch when you get it back, bitch, I was better When you had it
See, boy, I'm

the face
I'm the boss like Rick Ross
Lit when the kick-ons kicked off
Now we getting air up on the J's

Puffin' the good
Puffin' the good, puffin' the good

checka, micro, microphone checka (yo, Das EFX in the house)
Microphone checka, one, two, checka (yo, check it, uh)

A-higgedy-hoy there matey, um, I

Lights off no talking on this night
Swinging off like I'm lost in a fistfight
Lights off like a boss up on this mic
Rick Ross when I'm talking my

gesucht
Und deine Mama freut sich
Auf ihren Lieblingsbesuch
Scheiß heut auf Rick Ross
Ich hör Kriss Kross
Jump Jump, überall sind Cops
Ich muss los,

Uh, runnin away everytime that I hear this track

Mm, gun in da brain figurative I might steer it back

Mm, slippin the day I find I Lie by a melody

I got brothers on road like pigeons
They just after the bread
And I know they won't rest till the stack come fat like Rick Ross
So when they be

you not Rick Ross with gun play 
Maneuver the Uber I swear it's a Hyundai 
I cannot fuck with you if you ain't down with the gang 
Ain't a time niggas

businessmen and examples that we can do it.  From Jay Z to Piddy, Rick Ross the Boss, 50 Cent is consistent man count the cost.  HairApp “Everything Hair” I’m

been bout it
Move on some boss shit 
Poppin my Belair move on Rick Ross shit 
And I just started, will never stop it 
And I'm on top, all the haters just

them racks in by the Legos
Shawty got them packs in by the crate load
New coupe make the ceiling fly better hang on
And I called the shots no basketball

gonna hawk that
No Rick Ross but they know i bossed up
Working out doing run ups and walk ups
Lived by the gun and he died by his knife
Russian Roulette

saydatt 
My life a Rick Ross song but I ain't got a maybach 
Hermano te pasa you can't ramp inside mi casa if you think that they're ain't gonna be no

got me breathing like Rick Ross
Acting way too common on the comments on computers
Bullshit like a border, hop a fence, I maneuver
When they know that

à condo 


The little cutie turns dirty in my fantasies
When she say my name à hear i bitchy melody
Rick ross in my head Phone
While her lip gloss suckin

And now i’m boss 

I just jumped into 
A Maybach 
Calling rick ross 

Biting on my neck 
My ice 
Gone give you frost 

Question all my locations 
Stop

back to service, stop smokin' weed
And djarums, and don't follow these idols, cuz word to Rick Ross, they become rivals
Vs. mode like it's 3-on-2