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I'm hustling
I'm feeling like I'm Rick Ross
Bumping LLC by money, man

I'm feeling like a boss
You ever ask how much it is
You know you can't afford

Lames thinking they the boss like Rick Ross
To be the boss in the end price gone cost 

We getting high off life
Prepare for the elevation
We moving

to the mortals rollin' up the reefer
So high fly, guy hungry for the full pie
Nightlife Cuna cruise, zoom through rainbows
Like sailor' moon spawnin off a swisher

Gas coming in, okay aite
Cash sliding down, okay aite
She want to fuck, okay aite
I’m getting high just like a kite
We get him gone by the end

Brand New Guy

ScHoolboy Q

Live Love A$AP

2011

threat with the chit-chattin', see a nigga don't shit happen
I'm finna blow on that Bin Laden, so talk money, pig latin
(Suck my fuckin' dick, bitch)

Cherry pie
Flying high
Eating spinach with my cracker Popeye
Young sailor
Dressed by a tailor
P.A. call me while I'm fucking in my trailer
Fishing for

On Some Real

Daz Dillinger

So So Gangsta

2006

the best throat
Miami well known for the best dope
Hit the cell phone now for the best quotes (quotes)
You see the pretty paint, you see I'm sittin high

they leave in pairs
With a detail, cause you know how them dogs be
Feel they inner Rick Ross and slip em' Bill Cosby's

If you a downer stay the fuck

at long range
So don't come around here like
Your name holds weight
From where you come from it's a long way
Round here we hustle like Rick Ross
I'll run up

I cannot be regular, that's why I'm going so hard, I'm looking for green
I just wanna drip hard, like no one's ever seen
I like wearing purple,

Watching Saved by the Bell
Got a house by the bayside (bayside)
Yeah, I'm livin' like that (like that)
And I'm ridin' like that (like that)
Boy I'm ridin'

trying to hold me back, rick ross voice
Well my niggas bout gunplay, rick ross boy
I sing on tracks but don't play me like I'm soft boy
Cause this ain't

Criss cross on the beat (criss cross), tip toe can you see (tip toe)
Rick ross ima G (real G), Tic Tic Boom explode on the scene (boom) 
Gotta drive

down
I was gone but I’m back now
I been ballin so damn hard ion even know what to do with all this money
Shawty way too ugly and she ain’t all that funny

horse
I put the flour in the sauce
You can't deny I am the boss
Belly up high, I am Rick Ross

Flip my whole world no planet (Flip)
Top of the mountain

even use a range
18 Years by myself so bitch why you think I can change

I really came up
Had to switch to rap, safe to say that I'm that man here
I

move around with all this pain
Up in school it's Common Core, for me, the streets taught the game
I'm a big boss like Rick Ross, I'm talkin Freeway

you are
You're not gonna ‘Lil Wayne’
Up this mothafucka!"

All I was thinking was
Since there's nothing else
To explain here, I'm done with this dude
So

friends
But, bitch, we
I'm a high heel, bitch, you got flip flop
Just check my numbers nigga, I am what your bitch watch
I'll fuck around and post a remix

Ross
But now I'm 'a spit soft
Psyche I'm pissed off (Pissed off)

All you rappers come and diss me I can take a hit
All these rappers, they commit
But

they're bouta lose
So they gotta cheat
I did my time  sewed my seeds now I'm bouta reap
I though told you thought I told you I was back
I ain't Rick Ross

Marie and Rick James
You can’t tell me nothing when I’m switching these lanes
(Cuz you know I got Soul)
Diana Ross, Marvin Gaye
Lean back in my whip, turn

bigger like I'm Rick Ross 
And the time missing on milk cartons
Got me ticked off 
And part of your pity party 
I'm Vince Vaughn 
Happy to crash it in fact

money like congressional republicans
Big boss network cartel tunneling
Rick Ross sweatshirt heartfelt hustling
Hip hop in high fidelity
Kill a rapper's