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heart gold soul and she pretty in the face
Before you're two zero good time in the race

You're on the inner lane on the track that we're running
Taking

the club like

[Verse 2 - Yung Joc]:
Every day im hustlin
They think I'm Rick Ross
As soon I fuck em'
tell the hoes to get lost
a lot of niggas mad
they all

To the gig at Che Stadium two years later
Every record in the Top Forty on both sides of the Atlantic
is written by Lennon McCartney

And finally they get into

about my pay

Cut my checks (yuh)

I'll do the rest (yuh)

(Verse 2)

My goal is a million

Need my diamonds real (yuh)

Bonus is a billion

Set the mood

One two, one two cr7z, Freshmaker
In the land, Rotown real rap never dies

Was sie als "hardcore"
Bezeichnen, ist lächerlich
Ein schlechter Witz
Ich

Happy Little Trees

Gym Class Heroes

...for the Kids

Now who you know leave the scene
Messier than canvas's by Jackson Pollock
Throwing multicolored thoughts at a rapid pace
I make a mess you dissect

Arch Angels

Xzibit, Ras Kass

The Lawhouse Experience, Vol. 1

1997

be in the hood like a rebuilt engine 
Fuck what I'm benchin' I weave through tracks like extensions (nigga) 
I'm ridin' for chips like on time

Iced Down Medallions

Royal Flush

Ghetto Millionaire

1997

and catch a bonus
Move all to buy the Owens
When you thought I was your oldest
And ever since that day I walk around double toastin'
Wit two hoalstin

off like Rick and Morty
Remember when Monstar said we Rick and Morty
Big ass baby by her lonely
Come on baby, come on, do my laundry
She tried to tell

approach me bring the EpiPen (Help)
I can't drop a track without some hack talking 'bout let's be friends (I'm surrounded by losers)
Like really my dude
What

Uh look

I let my efforts validate me
These words are a bonus
Traffic stop you got no motion
I'm a diesel locomotive
On these tracks conducting
Till

just to get with her
Make me feel like you an Indian giver

[Verse 5: Rick Ross]
I'm getting money I could never be the same
New address, but

so I'm out here and I'm searching for the frame
Irish stew in the big pot, big boss all about business Rick Ross
Ticked off his loss it's off all

Bitch sayin', "Huh"
She thinkin' I'm Rick Ross
I'm feelin' like Plies
The bitch in the Ritz Carlton (O oh)
I hate all these niggas, get hung
Like fire

Tyrone
Biggs, are you really really bout it, yes, Wallahi
She only like em' rich, Roddy
Rick Ross, big body
She stay skinny, she won't eat if it ain't

them knots
My trap house open, told the Jay's come shop
I'm workin' my wrist til'
The whole brick lock
I'm servin' these niggas like
The real Rick Ross

ama pray fun gbogboyi
Teba di omarion ti rick ross sign yin
E n believe pe awa lota yi
But awa ni towa ninu water yi
Woni moti robo so I go Lil Terry

think it's too late if you tryna wake up
Cuz niggas been slept on
She got a good brain
And nigga that headstrong
The don like Teflon
Rick Ross
The boss

for Instagram, get your clout up
Uh, yeah, dat way (yeah), float on the track like a Segway (go)
Yeah, dat way (dat way), I used to trap by the subway

Bad And Boujee

Migos

Bad and Boujee

2016

for Instagram, get your clout up
Uh, yeah, dat way (yeah), float on the track like a Segway (go)
Yeah, dat way (dat way), I used to trap by the subway

her back
One two hit him with the slap and then I taunt his ass
Bitch I'm not playing with the beat when I say stop the track
Tryna pull up on us but

Villuminati

J. Cole

Born Sinner [Deluxe]

2013

playing in my mind
Just the sound of my whole career
Crashing burning
The thing that I mostly fear
Was on track for the first two years
Until I let

us cut a swathe
With only our blue/grey resumes
And see there, two petitions side-by-side
One full of hate
One full of lies
We sign them both like it's

all me
No Drake, no Sean but I got 2 chains and a watch on my arm I just went against the shit that I said but it's hard to keep track with all this