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Bastard

Tyler, the Creator

Bastard

2009

convention with a gold revolver
Life's a salad I'ma toss it eat this shit up, Rick Ross it
Shit it out, bag it up sell it, I'm so damn rebellious
'Cause my

rollin' with me, how can you go wrong?
I'm still the man, yes, the story goes on
Pouring out liquor for the dead and gone
They're partly the reason why I

likes to get spit on
And my pockets be fatter than Rick Ross
Got a gun by my side you won't live on
Got a gun by my side you won't live on
Now he tryna

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

got popped by Ross
Crash unit, buzz cut ex-marines
Crenshaw, Slauson Ave 17
Infant Stone, Lil' Shady, Baby Bolt Da Fatts laid a demonstration
85

BOS (BO$)
Wrist froze ain't no Defrost (Frost) 
I Took a trip on dat interstate and Lost more weight den Rick Ross (Haai)

4 Milians I'm Militant

shots getting her thicker
Gotta go shopping them jeans dont fit her nah
Big dog pick of the litter
Pissed off diamonds is yellow
Rick ross rich forever

Still Talkin Game

[Rick Ross:]
We Keep That White Girl, Like To Call Her Tamie
Born In Columbia, She Moved To Miami
Hilary Clinton, She My Bestfriend

offed
I'm just waiting, know for now I like shit talk
I been around, I'm the big boss
Draco got titties that's rounder than Rick Ross
No criss cross, if

bout no Rick Ross
Surrounded by sicarios
Always ready with them clips on
Straight like that
We ain't cool we ain't friends
We ain't family never been

Color Blind

Ice Cube

The N.W.A Legacy, Vol. 1: 1988-1998

1999

the little locs are getting a little too loc'ed
And when it comes to dust, they kick up the most
Say the wrong word 
Then whistle down the street to your

Color Blind

Ice Cube

Death Certificate

1991

a little too loc'ed
And when it comes to dust, they kick up the most
Say the wrong word 
Then whistle down the street to your homies like a bird
Bust

stick like we playing golf
You ain't no boss
You ain't Rick Ross
Camron you got something in between yo teeth
You Need to floss
Sorry for the pain you

high level team, together forever
No matter what weather and high level boss
Fat like Rick Ross, but stupid like blondy dolls
Back to story, some years

another case about the wrong path 

(Slick Rick) 

Yo, what's the word, kid?! 

Tell you bout a brother named Sid 

Got work release after doing

fucking on Khalifa
Got the big dogs, big bops on the set
Feel like Rick Ross, Big Smalls, got the bread
When you lift off, please dog, don't forget
Where

rackys for real
Spending it all case a hating ass nigga pull up blicking triggers I'm sinning for real
Hey
Big talk bigger than Rick Ross stick talk always

sinning fr

Big talk bigger than Rick Ross stick talk always make a nigga get back
Nigga been a big dawg pit crossed wolf from the hood
Nigga talk hot then

damned feet

DJ Blue mixed tapes and Lord Finesse
Raised on bass and on a worn slick deck
Learned my slang right down the block
From where Rick Ross

demons
Like Drake and Rick Ross man they stay steady scheming
Just wanna have peace while I was sleeping (while I'm sleeping)
Oh my God I just want

do, if you looking fuck wrong witchu
Spit so much fire gotta wash it down with some VOSS
And all my niggas getting check, boss not talking Rick Ross

Northern Califoolya

B-Legit

Breakin News

2003

Machine, "Hello."
Rick Rock, "Rick Rock."
Machine, "Has a message for:"
Rick Rock, The Bay Area
Machine, "To accept the message press 1"

Ugh,

Hit from the back, get the camera, I'm filming a tape, bouta put it on TikTok
You feel like your life is fun, but my life a movie directed by Rick Ross

Aye, that's that boss talk
That's that boss talk, bitch
That's that boss talk
Big boss, bitch

Big boss, bitch
I ain't Rick Ross, bitch
I don't own