Lyrics:
boss shit
Rick Ross, move him out the way he guarding up
Hit em crisscross
If I put this tester to your ice, would it go off?
Would it go off?
Respect my
My money clean like I too a bath with it on an orange tab
bitches always gossip like holdup pause,
I am not Rick Ross but I am cruising
Cruising down
off
Went and got a Maybach
Rick Ross
These niggas pissed and I'm
Ticked off
Believe me when I say I'm comin get yall
Know that imma rise when I
talk
Big talk
Pockets
Rick Ross
Forever ball
Yeaaaaaa
We link
We lock
She give me top
We gone drop the top
We gone mini golf
And fall in love
I call
the queen will still reign here,
I'm Santa Clause to these hoes without a reindeer
Saint Nick, Ross, hey Rick, I just got a toy, cost 850
Now I'm in
of 1, Rick Owens, 10 bands for one pair
Ran it up for so long, got a whole ACL tear
I be by myself, ain't got no team like a free agent
Bro got
water, nigga, I ain't Rick Ross
Put my dick on her lips, smear her face like lip gloss
Nigga I ain't MMG, but little nigga, I'm a big boss
Molly water
name was Anheusur Brewery
And hittin bush by the duece
Like Jesus created two of me
Haters they make me famous
So I'm deservin an Oscar
Walkin by
Rick Ross lyrics to verse
She telling me I need to change
But baby I need the change
2 coupes, 2 bricks, life's too short
Cocktail, 2 Glocks
'm a man
I don't need you
Right by my side
I'm gonna go
Live my life
You've been in my dreams
Oh yeah it seems
For a long time
And when I fall asleep-
You
the day that I make it
With big bosses having money conversations
With rick ross's yeah the future generation
Yeah
Yeah the future generation
I pray to god
used to stall 'em
Now I with the boss dogg, all the bad hoes want him
And my pockets on swole, I'm talking Rick Ross big
And now when we shop we don't
shopping at Ross
So damn high, can't remember what line I crossed
Up in space, giving me brain
Yeah, she's a cute little British teen
When she moan, she
got you smooth huh
Imma big dawg but i don’t talk that Bitch talk
Imma rip off big dawg like Rick Ross
I stiff arm a broke bitch like get on
I
Okay, I'm reloaded
The homey, Elvis Presley and Rick Ross teen
Be back, I'm back
I'm back, I'm back
It's nowhere to go
I'm talkin' Japanese
brown paper bag money
This for my strippers getting black plastic bag money
We're talking that bad money, that I.R.S can tax money you dig me
[Rick
what we quote
No Rick Ross
You fuck wit the boss
You dirty you ratty? I steady go floss
And bait the snake
And wait till he's out
Don't double cross
leave me pissed me off (ooh)
Diamonds heavy husky like my jeweler name was Rick Ross (Yyah)
I'm gettin' up while you gettin' off
(Yeah, yeah)
Poppin'
a eight now I'm living on another plane
Cocaine fucking with my brain
I'll never be the same
Rick Ross (Rick Ross) hugo Boss (Hugo Boss)
Quite cryin'
reppin' my city
I be reppin' my city, no one can do it better
[Rick Ross:]
Let the top back on the Chevy
Then I crank up the boom
Smellin' Issey
it with style no gangnam
They get angry, give them tantrums
They be coming outta nowhere, random
I'm just tryna build a fandom
And get a Rick Ross
a bonus, so just hit me when it's the time
I'ma bring what they wanting
Welcome back, it's a return to the game
Can't ride the bench for half the season then
know I got more M's than a real Slim Shady video
(I'm the real Shady)
Big Boss, less Rick Ross, more like a wavy Hideo
Kojima, they tote steamers
'm a boss nigga, I'm bossed out like Rick Ross, nigga
Five-fifty Benz, you know what that cost, nigga
My shit paid for, you paid a note, you ridin' a rental
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