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One by One [Bonus Track]

Simple Plan

No Pads, No Helmets...Just Balls [Japan Bonus Tracks]

2002

So give me just one chance
And one by one I'll prove you wrong
One by one I'll prove you wrong

I remember every night
Sitting by the runway side

damned feet

DJ Blue mixed tapes and Lord Finesse
Raised on bass and on a worn slick deck
Learned my slang right down the block
From where Rick Ross

Hey Hey Hey
When the rain falls down
And there's no one by my side
Only my Lord to get me through them nights
Hey Hey Hey
When the rain falls down

do, if you looking fuck wrong witchu
Spit so much fire gotta wash it down with some VOSS
And all my niggas getting check, boss not talking Rick Ross

grind, no flip flop
When they see me they say I'm headed for the tip top
Hey, hey
I feel like Rick Ross
I ain't heavyset but I promise I'm a big boss
When

A Miracle

Birdman

Purple Codeine, Vol. 16

2008

Rick Ross: Trilla
Bird-man: brrrr!

[Webbie] 
The 'lil soldier wit nothin' clear to see wasn't nobody handin' him shit
Ridin' round town glamor

Rick Ross
Go to jail pod boss
Paint away bob Ross

Yes I smoke no recollection 
Trump is out next election
Only fat mid section
I am smart intellection

Let's have sex to this song
Think I'm big well prove me wrong
Can't find the clitoris oh my gosh
I don't need a girlfriend I need a waifu
One that'll

Blessing in Disguise

Scarface

Mastermind [Deluxe Version]

2014

don't talk, that's raw
Scarface, Rick Ross, big boys
Big boys, Scarface, Rozay, we big boys

Every time I turn around, y'all got something to say about me

on one hand the realest ones left
I listen to Rick Ross to clear my heard
Oh oh oh oh oh
It’s a cold world
Give me air to breathe
Ain’t nowhere to be

niggas at the port like Rick Ross
If she dont see that I'm important she can get lost
Niggas tryna add us up by what we bought
Niggas tryna do the math

Boys tryna floss, act you tough shit like motherfucking Rick Ross
We all know you ain't the boss, work in an office, bow down to the labels

hawk
I been out here eating good 
You can call me rick ross
Ok lift off
ccting tough man I swearto god you big soft
Swear I can pull a Panamera spin my

doordashing Hardee's
Hardly I'm feelin' awesome
Completely bout to sauce em
About to boss em
You know that straight Rick Ross em
If I don't like the tables I

to spend (rodeó to spend)
I'm in LA wit' a 10 yeah
Gotta pull up in the coupe, don't you worry bout the cost
I'm about to spit, like my name is rick ross

that brick talk
Like they Rick Ross in hopes they gon' get a Maybach
Forgive me, Lord, I know that I have sinned

I was only trying to make it, I was

Hit from the back, get the camera, I'm filming a tape, bouta put it on TikTok
You feel like your life is fun, but my life a movie directed by Rick Ross

It's Nasty

Grandmaster Flash

Old School Rap Box Set, Vol. 3

1994

to rock, YOU!
We're the kings of swing
And we're chosen to rule
The deans of clean inside the cool school
We're the chiefs of relief
Contained by wild

ain't tryna come up off the struggle
Faith in the hustle Rick Ross pushing it on the double
Phone dry up I'm out chea wit the post up
And I wouldn't

jealousy where, we do not compare
Let me go brush my 50 inch hair
Fatass rick ross, you do not eat your pears
But if I'm on the mic, I do eat my peers
Cunty,

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

your face off
Rick Ross, nigga, she know she fucking with a big boss
Big balls, nigga, my bitch be sucking on my big balls, nigga
Oh Lord, nigga, I can't

the blue, they confused, now they look lost

CEO of CHS, big homie just like Rick Ross
Little ass nigga, hella jewelry, I'm a big boss
Used to be broke, now

on the grip
Call me Rick Ross smokin on the good
Posted in the hood n i wish a nigga would
SK on the seat filt to the tip
Phantom ridin to da beach with a grill