Lyrics:
Why the fuck the feds keep callin' us?
Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus
Bitch I'm smokin' OG, premeditated OZ
Organized crime, I kill your
Pockets fat like Rick Ross's
Haters move cautious
Nicotin flow they addicted and get nauseous
22 spendin' on a pan of mary porches
You can say the rockers
Ricky Ross
This somethin' special right here
Excuse the marijuana, just tryna enjoy my self
We got some gangstas in the house too (come on)
I
b low the money, that louie bag of hundreds,
We trying to holla, but she be hella fronting, she never met a nigga real as
[Chorus]
[Rick Ross
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
loved
To the moment we died
I'll keep you in my arms
I'll never give up
While you're by my side
I'll keep you in my
So hey, hey
Together we can make this
hook in they head cause its catchy (Yea)
They call me honcho the boss
Making the bank it's fat Rick Ross (Ross)
Don't flex my diamonds they floss
You
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
it.
This gang violence has got us feeding the system,
the Central Intelligence Agency provided dope,
for Freeway Rick Ross to push it, he said it.
table
The curtains are closed, the cats in the cradle
Who would've thought that a boy like me could come to this
Oh I, I just died in your arms tonight
It
Into
Into
So tell me what we getting into
Ten o'clock hit the stage
Done at 12 but I'm waiting for Ross Rick to say
When they leaving a telly for
Either way son you're gunna get run
Your face is my wristwatch
Your girl watch my tiktoks
I'm big boss
You kick rocks
I'm Rick Ross
You Rick Rocked
Get
c'mon
This is Ross and I'm not chillin in the hizzle for rizzle my shizzle, the fellas drop a message, girls drop your drawers and I'll see ya around
Double back, dressed in blue laces
They killed Dr. Sebi, he was teaching health
I fuck with Rick Ross 'cause he teaching wealth
Dropped out of school,
The best way to describe me in a word, insane
I dick down chicks all emerged in my fame
Jigga been dope since Slick Rick's first chain
The God, send you
drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, girls and the clothes
Aw man, you sold your soul
Naw man, mad people was frontin'
Aw
people why I feel alone
Its just subjective
My feelings and these successive letters
That suggest your temper to not fester
But exit your body in
came through in the Benz, man I should’ve pulled up in a herse
Oh you scared now? Paster spokes
Lemme take em to church
Rick ross got me hustling from
bullets like this was the Matrix
Blipz and Chitz boy you is a Morty
And I move smart like I'm Rick
Know I be "Masked Up" in the six
And on my mask is 116
Stingy like Mr krabs when it
Comes down to my sauce
Got chased by a fat mall cop
He look like Rick Ross
Like I'm hooping with this nigga
Hit him with
bubbling.
They was on some Rick Ross, snitching to the government.
I was working six jobs “everyday I’m hustling”.
Got to put my muscle in.
Ain’t nobody did
[Verse 12: Rick Ross]
One love to the gangs, but I'm in the thangs
Say the fellows for the cars, see we kill for the fame
The boss made it, yeah we floss
speaking
I died for your wrongs
Keep believing
And seeing
Was dead now alive in him
Came down to see us
Came down to meet us
Came down to free us
Came down
provin'
He's worth again
With hammer in hand he wins
Retreated to his home
Loki "died" by suicide and Odin
Sat back on the throne
Okay, let's take it back
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