Lyrics:
'm hanging up, I'm hiding, bye
Okay, m'am, how many shots did you hear?
I don't know, I don't know, but they're coming back. I'm hiding
"We're being told by
'm hanging up, I'm hiding, bye
Okay, m'am, how many shots did you hear?
I don't know, I don't know, but they're coming back. I'm hiding
"We're being told by
cook or clean
I'm all by myself she wanna live with me
I keep to myself you don't wanna live with me
Shawty think she Ross but I'm in Italy
I feel like
Feel like I'm Rick Ross
Pandemonium when I step on out the drop top
She give me hot top
She a cluck head and I make her scream like bwack bwack
I hit
Fifty Grand
Kick beats like Van Damme
That fighting ass nigga? Yes, it's the B
I break with the bonus
Bumrush bums and bitch-ass opponents
Bucks plug out
position of number 19. Hmmm... Not alot of
people remember that. But, I do! Cause I played on them! Hah! Si! Now look, Murders in the Rue.... Oh by
the way,
Something like Rick Ross
I call the Shoffer Bentley off
I do not drink no Henny naw, that's a brick of fentanyl
I want my bitch she did not call, don't wanna
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
didn't have to need it, I got it if I wanted
All day Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Livin' like I'm big boss, Rick Ross hustlin'
Spendin' every bit of that
Freundin will 'nen Fick mit dem Big Boss
Doch ich will heut' nur abhängen wie die Bitchtits von Rick Ross
Im VIP-Bereich mit Cocktail in der Hand
Hater
rich from the hood YMCMB
Yeah Maybach, brrrap
[Verse 3 - Rick Ross]
I'm that fat muthfucker, young entrepreneurs
Zombies in the street we got them
impressed
One thing went wrong, Rick got obsessed
We wouldn't go to class, always think about ass
Not if he was gonna pass, if he would just last
Girls was
impressed
One thing went wrong, Rick got obsessed
We wouldn't go to class, always think about ass
Not if he was gonna pass, if he would just last
Girls was
knock it off
A boss like ross
They suckin teeth
I floss of course
Ain't takin
Shorts except the ports
Dope in the air
All kind of sorts
Treat
Gardner, the crashin' of James Dean
Bobby Brown influenced by Rick James, it goes
Prince wanted Alexander O'Neal to be Morris Day or Jerome
But Alex was
voglio ij
Upside down
Comme Diana Ross
Ruoss the boss
Chiu' e Rick Ross
Trick chiu freak
Azzicc chiu chic
Co mic macin t l'oss,yes
So comm o napl addo
get shot, you gettin' picked off
Rick Ross big soft, got that AK, let that shit pop
No Kidz Bop, get shot, get popped, get robbed, get lost
Big rocks,
tinted, artillery when I'm in it
Whip it in the kitchen before Hillary became a Clinton
Assholes by nature, cash flow was major
In the old school, or M
our small talk
We dressed like big boss
We rich like Rick Ross
The water we drinking Voss, and
Y'all motherfuckers Dasani, all you
Saying is sorry
(appears as a bonus track on the red light special single)
Now I lay me down to sleep
That was then, but this is now
I pray the lord my soul
boss, big boss jak rick ross
No v reále si little ponny a v zrkadle flinstone
Neviem toho až tak veľa no toto viem presne
Chlapci to ešte nevedia, raper
even bro's still so you can just
Poke me back, my flow's like magic
You know the fact that I'm no fanatic
My bonus tracks are more dope than half of your
like I'm rick Ross's Neck
Ripping it up and keeping it funky like I'm DAS FEX
I'm flawless? Yes. My flow will devolve your flesh, c'mon
Me and my
the cost
Diamonds be wet they drip like Voss
Pockets be fat- like Rick Ross
Stop actin' tough little nigga you soft
Diamonds so icy I made her cough
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