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fatter
Yeah they fatter than Rick Ross
And I swipe, swipe, swipe
Could give a fuck about the cost
Look alive
I push that foot to drive
I'm vrooming past

go
Whether thats right I will never know(ugh but here goes nothin)

[Verse 2 - Rick Ross]
When Im alone in my room sometimes I stare at the walls

A Miracle

Birdman

Savage Life 2

2008

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

but no rick Ross
But I can never love no thot
I can never love no thot
Woke up this morning
Last night I was faded
Shawty calls my phone and I look

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

Rick Ross
Go to jail pod boss
Paint away bob Ross

Yes I smoke no recollection 
Trump is out next election
Only fat mid section
I am smart intellection

make 'em feel empowered
'Til they're fertilizin' soil
Pushin' flowers, yeah
What do Lil Wayne
Rick Ross and 2 Chainz all have in common?
They make

Holla at Me

Fat Joe

Unleashed, Vol. 6

2006

dollar residence
Rick Ross, big chips, AKs, flip clips
Off set rims on a rear six-inch lips
Started on the benches, rose through the trenches
Now I'm

A Miracle

Birdman

Purple Codeine, Vol. 16

2008

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

bussin  
Run up Onna squah, might load choppa at ya muffin 
Need dat cash I need dat sack no rick Ross I need two maybachs 
Hold dat rock don't trip don't

Boys tryna floss, act you tough shit like motherfucking Rick Ross
We all know you ain't the boss, work in an office, bow down to the labels

ear
That at two you would like to hear
Kriss Kross and Rick Ross at 2am
Jump around and get down to Here I Am
Face down and back up till the morning

I stay on my boss shii like Rick Ross shii
Gotta stack that Guap up until it a wrap
Money, older than B.I.G and Pac
I ain't going trip when I'm

Savage the way I floss 

No Rick Ross, I stack my chips 

Jeans to be a boss 

No Kris Kross 

Imma be a rich bitch 



( Verse 2 )

Yeah, uh 

I’m so

Okay They say I make a stick talk
Got em pissed off
Eddie James bitch I'm big dog 
Eating Rick Ross
I got bands in a duffle
Heard the feds got tipped

grind, no flip flop
When they see me they say I'm headed for the tip top
Hey, hey
I feel like Rick Ross
I ain't heavyset but I promise I'm a big boss
When

the duffel
Fuck em, fuck em, fuck em, fuck em
Gotta keep extra clips when you bumble
When your niggas bitch up, you in trouble
My pockets fat, Rick Ross fat

attack
You tried to mess with Game and 50
But neither one of them called you back
Ask J R my car was pushed
To the limit on Cool & Dre
Plus Rick Ross was

Feeling it


I notice that people been writing me off 
Imma go getter no matter the cost 
I'm weird as the fuck 
Call me Morty Rick Ross
Take a trip in

trophy floss
Tryna get next to a humble million, tryna pull a Rick Ross
(Naturally Humble mean Meek , Meek Mill, tryna get a humble mill, nah shit sho)
I

Then disappear for a couple days cause I got shit ta handle
This isn't Rick Ross this is Tony Soprano
A real Boss, and I'm making real moves
And she

I'm gon floss
Eating good like I'm Rick Ross  
I got hella bars like WiFi 
If you pull you go bye bye
If I pull make you cry cry
Why you hating don't be

and there ain't no fly shit in your closet
How can you be happy when that surrounded by the cost
And Rick Ross just keep screaming "be a boss"
I need

the blue, they confused, now they look lost

CEO of CHS, big homie just like Rick Ross
Little ass nigga, hella jewelry, I'm a big boss
Used to be broke, now