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it to you bad for a large amount 

[Rick Ross] 
It had to be a dope chain 
Started wit the dope game 
All about the cocaine 
Tired of bein poor mayne

money like congressional republicans
Big boss network cartel tunneling
Rick Ross sweatshirt heartfelt hustling
Hip hop in high fidelity
Kill a rapper's

(Hey)
Don't get me wrong, this is the remix, but you already know (Barti) (King time)
It's lonely at the top, so I had to bring in my bro (Gooning) (Huh)

water, nigga, I ain't Rick Ross
Put my dick on her lips, smear her face like lip gloss
Nigga I ain't MMG, but little nigga, I'm a big boss
Molly water

fat like Rick nigga so I don't shop at Ross
Workers around my body nigga so I became a boss

Rich nigga habits, I be sippin' on that Voss
Got the keys

to finesse on me but keep i breaking them down 
Make em feel sober but high and tipped over and make sure they drop to the ground 
Bitch I'm Rick Ross i'm

compromise I'm tryin'
To move the cross
Everyday I'm hustlin' dirty but
I ain't Rick Ross
Cut from a different cloth
Boss we gotta reach the lost make it

Mr. Jones

Elvin Jones

Live at the Village Vanguard

1968

just walk away and let him be
He?s got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Who?)
Cause you?ll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones)

[Verse 1]
I?m back my

Mr. Jones

Mike Jones

My 64/Mr. Jones

2007

away and let him be
He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Who?)
Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones)

I'm back my music tracks about

On Some Real

Daz Dillinger

So So Gangsta [Clean]

2006

You see the pretty paint, you see I'm sittin' high
I got a boat mo' the fuck doin' 55
Don't let this four pound bang ya
This Rick Ross and them Dogg

get hit by the door
Up on your way out, I told you stay out, before you get lost
I used to dream I'm in RR's, no Rick Ross
You motherfuckers had me

how I'm feelin'

Big boss, I'm a big baller
Up north, Rick Ross
I got the pump that'll make you jump
Don't you ever get it crisscrossed (jump)

chick like Vandross
Drop on the track like Rick Ross

im a  mother fucking boss
Roll with classy bitches
Tell them thots to get lost
stacking all this

ambition
Word to millz grills yeah
We brought the new edition
Flowzus been carrying, I really did the most
I'm so transparent like the microphone's a ghost

the power like my name is will
Wait yea I'm the boss
I don't care what it cost
Do you wanna catch your loss
Eat good like I'm Rick Ross
Watch your lingo that

have no hands or toes by the basketful
But when he do he finna’ eat it by the loads
I’ma eat ‘til I explode, let my stomach be as big as Rick Ross, oh

soomer
Cumlaude
Like Jim Ross
BBQ
Tossin chickens
Like Rick Ross
Creating cash out of
Controversy like I'm Bischoff
Marks who don't want
To acknowledge me

High till i die , where im at?
In paradise so high , ey YungVeneno on this fuckin bullshit
Ey we smokin our grifa
Till i die till i die i allways

off
Went and got a Maybach
Rick Ross
These niggas pissed and I'm
Ticked off
Believe me when I say I'm comin get yall

Know that imma rise when I'm

Trap Trap Trap

Rick Ross

Rather You Than Me

2017

In the label I'm Russ
In the trap I'm Rick Ross
Double M, Goldman Sachs
Just like Omar and Khloe
You can't dial for the packs
I sent you right

Like fuck, fuck, fuck me up
I’m still horny bitch
Fuck that bitch, one time okay
Told that bitch, one night okay
Aye got that bitch, so high okay
Aye

up from my ear, Horton hears a who
This shit is bigger than you
I'm tryna live on the roof
Shine so bright, thought I lost my tooth
Got too high, but

you what's the real deal 
See what you re gonna feel 
Damn 
I ain't Kendrick 
But i got the tricks 
The keys as fucking rick Ross 
Get down on your

threat with the chit-chattin', see a nigga don't shit happen
I'm finna blow on that Bin Laden, so talk money, pig latin
(Suck my fuckin' dick, bitch)