Lyrics:
nowhere I can go to hide
I'm happier out in Denver
But I'm still dead inside
Time to move along
Write another song
Workin all day and every night
Start by
friends on
We all need a pile of money big enough to rest on
You think your shit's a Biggie, you're Dead Wrong
Yeah, second grade our house was left gone
Sears catalog
Send them nettled critics to the bezzle stop, dead and wrong
Get 'em higher than the pitch of metal tea kettle songs
Four deep in
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
chicken in the
Last ten years that's why you've been off
Every time he goes on Instagram and
Sees a picture of Rick Ross
Rockin' a long rocky chain
With
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
the cross like I hit you with Hot Sauce moves
So Rick Ross & Hugo
Won’t show you The One Boss dude
Drop bombs like flex made a Vietnam move
So far
Toms
Society dead wrong
They locking niggas up and they can’t get out like Akon
Never gone waste time
I know imma get mine
Go to different stores just
wrong by many some of em were holy
Tried to play me like crazy but boa i ain't sony
I see niggas be capping like they on a run way
Put the pistol away
Never get caught
If I see it then I like it then it's bought
Big money, pockets fat, Rick Ross
Lil God bitch I'm never gon fall
100 racks when I
Another dollar
I lost (S)cent
I criss cross
Your ankles is wish washed
Fuck y'all
I'm big boss
No Rick Ross
More lies thy speak
More eyes will weep
know that you dead wrong
If u
(BOW)
Talk through that pillow
Nigga yeah it's up for real
(Hahaha)
Yeah this shit can go up like a bank account
Nigga
put in needles
Mix of Rick Ross painting with Bob Ross's easel
Buffalove gets no love, out here look medieval
The segregation is real
That's why we
on him
Rick Ross (Gross)
I don't play with this rap shit
I got no life, I stay in the attic
Fuck a rap career, I'm waiting to smash it
Soulja Boy you got
In the label I'm Russ
In the trap I'm Rick Ross
Double M, Goldman Sachs
Just like Omar and Khloe
You can't dial for the packs
I sent you right
come clean, I'm capping
I woulda bought me a crib, a dumb stupid silly one at that
So I could show Rick Ross he ain't the only one with money
And he
the club like
[Verse 2 - Yung Joc]:
Every day im hustlin
They think I'm Rick Ross
As soon I fuck em'
tell the hoes to get lost
a lot of niggas mad
they all
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
had to take May off
I been going through mayday and liftoff
Bad attitude but her lips soft
I feel like Denzel Curry meeting Rick Ross
Young crazy nigga
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
all ready know what it is)
Thank god for those days, thank god for those nights
Though it might seem wrong thank god for that white
They use
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
not motion
I'll said it again
Hoes ain't motion
Skinny ass nigga that turned to a boss
Still fill up a room I feel like Rick Ross
Still cut a bitch
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
_(cropped).jpg/218px-Rick_Ross_The_Mastermind_Tour_June_15,_2014_Toronto_(14590434716)_(cropped).jpg "Rick Ross")
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