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feedin’ all the feens
I’m Alicia with the keys
Yeah this shit cost
For the glory took a loss to be a boss like Rick Ross
Y ahora te digo en español

hard
Huh, yeah
Swear to God a broke bitch make my dick soft
Yeah
Lemon pepper my shit like Rick Ross
Huh
Niggas know Jimmy I'm big boss
If a bitch lose

ain't no archin involved
Push to the limit and um not Rick Ross
Niggas can't see me they walking through fog
Forget what you see if you see um involved
I

to your bitch 'cause I take hoes (take those)

I say the truth in these songs, never lied
I don't think you wanna beef cause I ain't stoppin' 'til you

for the swag, for the sauce I spread it all around like I'm Ross
And I'm not talking Rick, talking Bob And I'm a walking lick for the wop,a
And I spent

fucking up there, they could never compare
Throwing confetti at me, funnily it's unfair
Kick rocks, get off me, kiddo clowning like a fair
Rick Ross, twin

riches 
Rick ross bitches!
And she never had sex with broke nigga
Never sniff coke joke with a f#cking  broke nigga (no!)
Ecstasy, Hennessey make her fall

What's stopping you 

I need me a nigga like Rick Ross 
A big ole boss
I need a shorty like 
Wit a thick dick and big old balls 
I top more then I bottom

Ya'll should turn up with the kid
OPM & YBN, Rick Ross on the list
Steady sipping on my tea
I'll fix you a pot if you're Staying
I motivate self

to take it down a notch
You earning Quid's while I be grinding for a mil on spot

Cast amaterasu like a boss
Seeing shit like I am Rick Ross
Tryna break my

popping gang
Dead bodies in a mustang
You never came with the sauce
You do not flex like Rick Ross
See, I just took your lyrics and made it crisscross
Lil

eating like Rick Ross
The packs touchdown nigga, I was sending it off
The Home-Run wit the pack I was hittin' it off
20 In the mail, the plug, love me I

pockets Rick Ross
Break down the gas and I'm blowing it all
Money in my bag like I'm from Memphis
Elephant trunks my clip got extensions
Murder on my mind

jealous enemies
But I will never let them get to me
Yeah, I feel like Rick Ross
Yeah, I'm the big boss
Get that money Jay-Z
So I can buy some dope and some

wristwatch
Yeah wasting all my cash on rich clocks
'Cause you know that I'm hustlin' like Rick Ross
Never miss love it when we kiss I'll be tasting all your

'Cause I'm the Bomb ah
If somebody don't hold me
Then I'm about to
Back in the days been listening to 
Hiphop stars like Drake
Rick Ross  Eminem Jay Z

until I get bored
Work that bitch out feel it in her core
I been the same nigga ever since I came up
True to my gang I can never change up
Foot on the gas

the streets even Rick Ross know I'm a boss
I fly my bitch to Belize she cant wait to take off her draws
She on her knees begging please her pussy soaking wet

my Rick Ross voice
D.E. poppin like little mama lip gloss boy
Boyeee
And I ain't even gonna hold you
Beach chair
That's how the 40 gon fold you
Line em

These boys ass backers, they came up with criss-cross
Right jab, hit em, make em, like Rick Ross, I'm at these rappers neck, I don't care what it cost

A Home

Dixie Chicks

Home

2002

Guess I did what I did believing
That love is a dangerous thing
Oh but that couldn't hurt anymore
Than never knowing

Not a night goes by, I don't

Duchess [DVD]

Genesis

Three Sides Live

1982

the light,
For everyone to start to roar.
And all the people cried, you're the one we've waited for.
 
Oh but time went by
It wasn't so easy now, all

Walk by, and she droppin' her jaw
Walk by, and she droppin' her drawers
Want Rick, don't care what it cost
I can't stand no hoe that don't got drip
Yeah,

She said, "Well I got courage, and I don't like porridge (uh-huh)
I've never been to college, but I've got crazy knowledge (uh-huh)
Over eighteen