Lyrics:
slower
This is what the Devil plays before he goes to sleep
Some food for thought some food for death, go 'head and fucking eat
My father's dead well
Lloyd, yeah you know what I'm on
Many girls are laid in my Styrofoam
And I'm in the H-Town, so don't play around
Or my nigga Trae tha Truth going to lay
It's my time (Rick Ross)
It's my time (Finna' lay back on this shit man)
(Dade County dope boy)
I'm not a slim thug, I'm a fat mack
I don't
the biggest boss like I'm Rick Ross
I throw a pass to the brodie like he Randy Moss
Rony 2k I'm a 99 Overall
Got my soldiers with me if you tryna go to war
How
mammoth when I get cold
I hear your fantasy raps, buddy, they’re gettin’ old
Sorta like the snacks trapped in Rick Ross’ fat folds
I’m an asshole
Wake up
around in the city listening to Rick Ross
Because bitch I move like a boss
When you getting money you don't care about the cost
When you claim you
down it's going down
Blue band by zero
Zero by zero is around
What goes around
Goes around and around
And around and around
Mzuka sound
To the world
Got a circle of success you can say I'm way around it
Yeah and by the way my name is Touch????
[Verse 2 - Birdman]
Uptown roller, take it off
b low the money, that louie bag of hundreds,
We trying to holla, but she be hella fronting, she never met a nigga real as
[Chorus]
[Rick Ross
aim had made him jump like he from criss cross
Put my money in a grave like i'm Rick Ross
Got my fingers in a bunch everywhere you see me
Shawty said I
Got the juice got the sauce
Big playa I'm the big boss
Everyday I'm hustling lil nigga
Like I'm Rick Ross
Fucking with a shorty who poppin
With her
What do you do when you make it this far
Surrounded by nothing but couple 808's, broken hearts, and melodies rocking out with the guitar
Day without
shoutout you and Jenny
(Rick Aggeler?)
Shoutout Rick, maaaan!
Rick got me in this shit
(What about Devin?)
Shoutout DF too, man, that's the guy
Shoutout Blue
you and your tired-ass bow down to my ass
I shit on a kid want to vic wanted KITT
What's Slick Rick, this one is dead
Life's finished, this rapper
Trina, Rick Ross, Hot Box..
I got a, fat pussy for a cocksucker
I got a, hideout for a cop ducker
I got a, condo for a baller nigga
I got a,
the game goes
Can't expect me to be an angel
I don't have wings and a halo
A lot people fake trying to play roles
My friends aren't Ross' and Rachel's
Don't
boss
SK for dinner and forget to floss
Kidnap a DT, tie his ass to a cross
Run a Cartel like a real Rick Ross
Sure runnin' like I'm heavy hardcore
like Rodaman woah!
Like what did it cost, to run at the boss, my pockets Rick Ross
Like ma-tab is lost
Whoosh!
That line, it's WAY above yo head
I got
without a soul
I can't go home if I can't grab and hold my own then I'll be gone
Our bodies sewn by the unknown
It's the greatest question
I'm around my
The sun goes up the moon goes down
The leaves are green, the leaves are brown
And all I do is dick around
I don't care what you do, dick around, I
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
And drip-droppin' in chocolatey whip-toppin'
So whether you're hip-hop, Slipknot, B.I.G., Pac
Kid Rock, Kris Kross, Rick Ross, you'll dig this
If not then kick
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
the powers that be, nigga let me be
We around when the sun goes down
And the real, real killers they mourn for ya
It's gonna be a bloodshed
One month,
_(cropped).jpg/218px-Rick_Ross_The_Mastermind_Tour_June_15,_2014_Toronto_(14590434716)_(cropped).jpg "Rick Ross")
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