Lyrics:
the club like
[Yung Jok]
Every day I'm hustlin'
They think I'm Rick Ross
Just as soon as I fuck 'em
Tell the hos to get lost
A lot of niggas mad
want me horny turn a trick and get my bricks off
I think I’m Big Meech Willie Lloyd Rick Ross y’all at the border OK hit me when the shit cross
They
slipping switching lanes
And TMZ update em
I’m Somethin like Rick Ross not
A flashy ass rap toy
Even in the streets I keep a low profile boy
Po inverted, bit
me beats
Yeah that's on my soul
That's on the Lord
That's how this shit gotta be
Yeah you know I get my racks
I get my pockets Rick Ross fatter
Got
Bitches takin' lines, yellin' uh
Like they Rick Ross Had to manifest this life
So I abide by the law Every day you gotta pay the cost
Bound shall never
of the sauce yeah
I got drive like a Porsche yeah
Boss like Rick Ross yeah
Look, Star Wars or Michael Jackson, you can tell I got the force learn lessons
[Intro/Chorus x2]
Back by popular demand
Doin what?
Goin each and every place with a mic in my hand
Who are you?
Tha emcee letting you know what I'm
and the Penguin
Good lookin Johnny, five-oh's right behind me
Let me act like I know and get ghost
Tuck in my Nina-Ross, get my cape and shades
Now I'm off with
to sell to
I take your highest-selling debut
And multiply that shit by twenty-two
When I was twenty-two
Still do it at forty-two, I'm destroyin' you
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
Just point out the bounce
Yes, just point out the bounce nigga
Yo, listen
Rumor has it "The Blueprint" classic
Couldn't even be stopped by Bin
delicious
I'm the nigga who's ambitious
Michael Ross is the genie he's giving our wishes
One I wanna just jam with your band (Two two two)
You gotta play
[Chorus:Repeat x2]
Freefallin' when you shook from the pack
Keep walkin', let the foot leave a track
We often gotta look for the path
These
Dresscode
Bald Germany’s most wanted, Attitude Death Row
Das letzte Jahr lief nicht so wie gewollt
Ich feier Gold Roses, aber damit meine ich Rick Ross
Hook:
[Verse 1:]
Yeah I run rings around your crew like a track star
So stay back far
You better understand who the macks are
A brand new invention
tossed like a Heracross
Got turned upside down like Diana Ross
And fell victim to centrifugal force
By the time I was through, you was stiff as a corpse
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
Kamikaze to the party
Blow that shit up as crip walk
Big talk, yelling out feed me
Like I'm Rick Ross
Diamonds on my tick tock
Time to take a big
a legend & my neighbor Rick Ross
Southern Dirt made it clean all dat slander it was false
Hook
Verse 2
You a polymath niggas didn’t know dat u could
to clown me clown me
Now I
Hustle everyday like Rick Ross
Fat nigga so I'm dripping big sauce
Nutted all on her mouth look like lip gloss
Pussy boy if you
to see that I floss
I cannot be canceled
I cannot be paused
Hop out the Maybach Rick Ross
Sky walking out the yeah lamb just to make it Clear
Bitch on my
the feild you get picked off
Diamonds the cold like the Winter December
Uh, These niggas they schemin like Rick Ross
12 kick the door put the work in
the bills
Have this ice up on our wrist that make us cool and make us chill
Yeah we know
This shit ain't no slick talk
Gotta drop walk like we Rick Ross
Got
on broad day
Gangsta gangsta we gangsta
Gangsta gangsta we gangsta
Like I'm 2 pac I keep me 2 glocks niggas smoking rojee
When I'm smoking on some good
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