Lyrics:
[Rick Ross]
You niggas ass backwards out here nigga
You’re wedding shouldn’t cost more than your funeral nigga
Brick in my jeans
Two bricks for
ride, I ride for Trey-0-5
Trick Daddy! (When I ride, I ride for Trey-0-5)
Rick Ross!
Pitbull!
The Bottom!
Listen Nigga!
Till a nigga D-I-E,
ride, I ride for Trey-0-5
Trick Daddy! (When I ride, I ride for Trey-0-5)
Rick Ross!
Pitbull!
The Bottom!
Listen Nigga!
Till a nigga D-I-E,
on ol' Rick Ross status
Don't get flipped like you in gymnastics, uh
Niggas hard online, but in real life he made of plastic
You ain't built the way I'm
to call me the pirex kid, aka young arm and hammer
In the kitchen with the pots yeah work the glass
Hard on 'em pimp yeah I work the task
And when they
fuckin' with those dudes
They run Philly and you livin'
In both they shadows
Cause by your own logic
If the only goal is to have more money
Then technically
to run
John Ross he replied, with your men by my side
My head and my heart and my gun
The champion of justice he grew up to be abhorring the practice
I'm not home by five, call a plumber
This pickled-Rick is thick in girth
I can't be flushed like a resistant turd
I been putting in a lot of work
the one that they askin' bout
In the aston martin, weed sparkin'
Flickin' ashes out
Rick Ross will never ask you out
When I get your number I'ma come
be
So instead of sayin Rick Ross I just pull out B's
I got a, trap in the hood called no ID
All my weed guaranteed, maybe fo' five seeds
I gotta,
Woah I'm a big shot with the head rock twin glocks - Shakewell
Make another check at a pit stop
Rick Ross with da big body tell my team to meet in
can't take it easy
On me and mine
Cake boss, Rick Ross
Shawty in some Gucci flip flops
Lip gloss, Rick Ross, Tik tok
Rain drop, drop top
Shawty in some
the rim with my arm
Your wife is my boo
I put dick in her jaws
Uptown dripping Sauce
Been rocking diamonds they shine with out flaws
Don't need a dentist
I'm dripping with the hot sauce
Better than your local rapper, ya that's on god
We're big dogs, no Rick Ross, get criss crossed
Elevated to another
I, I just died in your arms tonight
It must have been something you said
I just died in your arms tonight
I keep looking for something I can't get
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
wanna take us,
Cause we bringing all of the paper, n
From nothing, to something,
You know us we the Usual Suspects.
[Rick Ross]
17 trying man up,
background]
DJ Khaled!
When I ride, I ride for Trey-0-5
Trick Daddy! (When I ride, I ride for Trey-0-5)
Rick Ross!
Pitbull!
The Bottom!
Listen
Oh I, I just died in your arms tonight
It must have been something you said
I just died in your arms tonight
I keep lookin' for somethin' I
Oh I, I just died in your arms tonight
It must have been something you said
I just died in your arms tonight
I keep lookin' for somethin' I
Oh I, I just died in your arms tonight
It must have been something you said
I just died in your arms tonight
I keep looking for something I can't
Murder rap shit, I spit, for the vets who love it
By the time you read this letter
Your head gon' fly off your shoulder for lying
And I'm a be in bed
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
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Czy gdy skonam w jej ramionach będzie zadowolona
I I just died in your arms tonight
It must have been something you said
I just
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