Lyrics:
goodnight
If you run up talking slick like
Big dog take a big bite
Now I'm pissed off
Feel like Rick Ross, need them M's right
On a mission, had a vision
Trina, Rick Ross, Hot Box..
I got a, fat pussy for a cocksucker
I got a, hideout for a cop ducker
I got a, condo for a baller nigga
I got a,
at the new boss
I'm tryna get my pockets sloppy like The fat Rick Ross
Better book me now no coupons Bitch you gotta pay the full cost
How the hell else ima
fatter
Yeah they fatter than Rick Ross
And I swipe, swipe, swipe
Could give a fuck about the cost
Look alive
I push that foot to drive
I'm vrooming past
bro
Not once, not twice, but thrice
And now she's actin' all nice
Fuck y'all, fuck Jamahl, fuck Tazz, fuck Bitch Sauce
Get lost, built like Rick Ross
go
Whether thats right I will never know(ugh but here goes nothin)
[Verse 2 - Rick Ross]
When Im alone in my room sometimes I stare at the walls
Rick Ross: Trilla
Bird-man: brrrr!
[Webbie]
The 'lil soldier wit nothin' clear to see wasn't nobody handin' him shit
Ridin' round town glamor
pissed off
Looking for the next high, yeah I'm trying but the shit hard
Want a Maybach like I'm Rick Ross
And now I've gotten farther than you would
but no rick Ross
But I can never love no thot
I can never love no thot
Woke up this morning
Last night I was faded
Shawty calls my phone and I look
boss
Fuck Joss, he's no hoss
I hate his guts and I hope that he never pushes through
Fuck Joss, he has no sauce
Fuck Joss, tryna be Rick Ross
He has
plotek że to na nic
Chcę nawinąć kiedyś sobie
Jak Rick Ross jeśli wiesz co mam w głowie
Bo nie chodzi mi o flow
Chciałbym nawinąć sobie o tym jaki koszę
Dick in my hand I'm pissed off
But I ain't bucklin', 'Everyday I'm Hustlin', Rick Ross
One day the whole globe will know I'm Clark Kent
Underneath
ligas
Viajar a New York
Naci ganador, naci ganador
Estar pegado y tener en el banco
Mas de un millon
Toy como rick ross, toy como rick ross, toy como
just elevate
Cut a bitch off wit a big saw everyday
Big as Rick Ross when I dick thots every way
Can you believe in me now
Keeping the beat in my mouth
Ross try to be the boss of the news
Ha
But I'm the eagle when these wings stop
Niggas goin here the blues
When this peace drops
Just flow with the pool
level something you can't reach but they ain't listening
I'm working hard going off bitch I'm getting it
Getting to the chicken like Rick Ross
be rip offs
Outsiders a harleq
Biggest boss
I feel like Rick Ross
This the shit that make the people jump
We more like Criss Cross
Me and Sega
on my toes
Yeah she like to flow wiz Khalifa can't roll
I know that for fact that boy steady lacked
In the Maybach with Rick Ross swag
Nigga and I got
to the pit boss
Rick Ross on the hit list
I ain't coming' for him, he a legend that I'd like to make a hit with
6 crickets in my pencil case
Penned a bunch
Kamikaze to the party
Blow that shit up as crip walk
Big talk, yelling out feed me
Like I'm Rick Ross
Diamonds on my tick tock
Time to take a big
'cause
On the beach just chillin out
Six puerto rican hoochies just me, boosie, and rick ross
Bet a hundred on that Saints game
Kinda pissed off I just
Rick Ross
Go to jail pod boss
Paint away bob Ross
Yes I smoke no recollection
Trump is out next election
Only fat mid section
I am smart intellection
dollar residence
Rick Ross, big chips, AKs, flip clips
Off set rims on a rear six-inch lips
Started on the benches, rose through the trenches
Now I'm
Rick Ross: Trilla
Bird-man: brrrr!
[Webbie]
The 'lil soldier wit nothin' clear to see wasn't nobody handin' him shit
Ridin' round town glamor
_(cropped).jpg/218px-Rick_Ross_The_Mastermind_Tour_June_15,_2014_Toronto_(14590434716)_(cropped).jpg "Rick Ross")
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