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I use the clicker to turn you off
And you ugly too what a shame get lost
Rick Ross when I talk big bark with the bite
Take a loss then I fight like

the bar oh yeah nice to meet you
Don't look so surprised when I finally greet You
Don't you get me started I get it Poppin
When I walk up in the party I'm

on a n***a get ya picked off
No fucks given, smoke a n***a like a menthol
I can’t let em tell me what to do
I’ma big boss
Boss shit
HonchOKnOcK
Rick Ross
I'm

headphone line like beats by dre
You fuck with this beat? well its produced by blank
If you like the mixing then hit pwyte for the same
huh
huh
Torpedo you

Watch what I accomplish
Can’t nobody stop this
We ain’t have no options
Now a nigga poppin
Don’t need no accomplice
Watch what I accomplish
Get it if

me, it's nothin' but forties and bitches
Go on adventures like Morty and Rick
Is this reality or am I dreaming?
Cleaning my clothes for me bitches, they

a big boss, but I ain't Rick Ross
Me and my duddie hit from both sides like it's criss-cross
Going up now, bey it's soon time for lift off
That hoe mad,

Toting a Glock in the meta
Stacking this guap is the meta
Sippin this tech is the meta
Poppin these 30s the meta
Geekin off x is the meta
Smokin this

the .4's by me
Diamonds up the piece it's all shiny
Still without a backstage pass the whores find me
And they know who the man be
Ice grill on the watch,

give 'em one fuck
Fools get slammed like it's b-balls (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
Shawty want a pair, but I ain't rick ross
You think I'm a witch? I'll let

the cut not yours
Pop pop pop get saw
I make it look easy

I told you I was poppin'
You blockin' my new deposit
I got opposition watchin'
You playin'
You

some drip sauce 
16 with an emboss
Young as hell having all these old hoes
Pissed off, bitch get lost
Got a fat boss nigga
Like her Rick Ross

Yo bitch

make my dick soft
You ain’t with all that walking then get lost
All that barking don’t fuck with no big dogs.
Swear I be feeling like Rick Ross
What, you

I'm Rick Ross
They used to call me maniac flashed out when I get pissed off
I used to do features for free just cause I'm amazing
But no bap now to hear

violate, we send him to the moon
Switch it up with the criss-cross
(Yeah! Yeah)
Pockets on fat, yeah, my pockets on Rick Ross
You a fan, boy, get lost (Woah,

watch look at the time
It's time to leave him red like lip gloss
Imma pop mans belly like Rick Ross
Tiktok I already made poundz of tiktok
Swing my left

money you put
Get it back
If I'll you
I'll get them little niggas wacked
Damn it's crazy cause I know they did they best
And You put yo all into them
Gave

on the come up

And yo racks a little low

But my pockets on rick ross and im finna put on a show, bitch

I'm finna have a garage full of drop tops 

And i wont

day
Cause I got the juice and the sauce
My diamonds will dance you just floss
I been making money for boss and that nigga me no Rick ross
If you talking

Last Call

Kanye West

The College Dropout

2004

you know, after they picked that "Truth" beat 
I was figuring I was gonna get some more work 
But shit just wasn't poppin' off like that
I was

(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
(We love you, Henry)

Lamborghini boys, we the ones who got it poppin' (poppin')
Ho got a cute face but she

Real One

Tyga

Fan of a Fan: The Album

2015

to party, yeah
'Cause I'm the man of the year

I'm tryin' to get a little buzz
Party poppin' and a nigga spendin' money
Hope I get fucked up
I see your girl

of time with a lost boy
I’ll catch it back for me
When Will I wake up wake up
I’m not your lovely mama
When you fuck up, fuck up
I can’t stand by you side

wit it
Uh
I'm outta town wit it

I'm outta town wit it
Bitch just give me my crown I fit it
I really get this money cause it make sense
And you be