Lyrics:
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
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
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
slipin im a touch ya
Ima tell you once bitch
Your fuckin with the boss
Show love to my nigga Petey
Pete and Rick Ross
Rick Ross, I'm Rick Grimes
If you fuckin' with the Younger Boys, that disrespect somebody's dyin'
I'ma pop some motherfuckin' cap, I think I lost my mind
Sypią te grudy nad kiblem
Duże i grube te grudy jak Rick Ross
Potem są chude jak Rick Ross
Potem zaś nikną, nie masz funduszy, to kumple jak trupy
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
on two-five
Or your big brother put you on like surprise
Hearing my hood described
So vivid you could see it by closing your eyes
Maybe it was the age
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
the most (Most)
I'm like a boss (Boss)
Call me Rick Ross (Ross)
I do the most (Most)
I do the most (Most)
How many motherfuckers wanna copy style?
I got
I'm buying the shit don't matter the cost
You steal from the mall, you shopping at ross
You chill at the bottom, i chill at the top
Yo bitch is a hoe
until it goes soft (She don't stop sucking until it goes soft)
And my girl a boss bitch (Boss) Rick to my Ross bitch (Ross) Kris to my Kross bitch (Kross)
aggression
Shoot like harden pop off like a rocket
I'm flame tested I'm rock solid
The chain hang to my chest like Rick Ross's
I'm Randy Mossing boxes out
Much
Like I'm Luther
That's Vandross
We can listen to that Aston Martin
Like I'm Rick Ross
The Big Boss
She said, "She misses me"
But does she?
Just
dog, boutta piss you off
All I do is hustle and win like Rick Ross
The study said that slang moved like a quick toss
Like I'm Skeet, take a seat, sit
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
soul cry
On the other line, I heard them cries I'm traumatized
You'll never expect the worst until somebody close die
And tell your close ones you love
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
Rick's cousin
When they knew I wasn't, but I had no shame
Pa, you know the name, the Mos always had game
Back in the day of the Rap Attack
When brothers
for the crisscross
I'm a bigger boss than Rick Ross
Always winnin', nigga, get lost
It's the warlord, bring the voodoo
When I bail through, it's
keep our palace, nigga
Yeah, word up, yeah, yeah, yeah, turn me up, son
Yo, Ross, what up, my nigga? Aiyo, aiyo
Word to the gold Panamaras,
you down
Rick Ross be the boss in the Phantom and all
Got round the clock rocks, spring, winter, and fall
Some of y'all might call me crazy
But
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
czuje blizny Anthonyego Kiedisa
Gdy walimy w nos jak Kate Moss by poczuć moc
Hastlować życie jak Rick Ross
To pozorny sztos bo jednak wciąż
Nie umiem
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