Lyrics:
I'm a boss, I'm a boss, holding my weight, Rick Ross, you ain't never seen drip with sauce, know that ima always win, I'm a boss
you want money, I
ride, I ride for Trey-0-5
Trick Daddy! (When I ride, I ride for Trey-0-5)
Rick Ross!
Pitbull!
The Bottom!
Listen Nigga!
Till a nigga D-I-E,
ride, I ride for Trey-0-5
Trick Daddy! (When I ride, I ride for Trey-0-5)
Rick Ross!
Pitbull!
The Bottom!
Listen Nigga!
Till a nigga D-I-E,
bottles, gold bottles, never sober up
Ditch Jesus, In gold I Trust
I solemnly swear to wear my cross and stunt
Separate myself by sticking out just because
Paintin' on the boy like I'm Bob Ross
Big Boss, yeah, call me Rick Ross
Locked up just like a dreadlock
Hunnid points, yeah, that's a headshot
Down
room and I'm sauced
Imma keep on flexing like my name is Rick Ross
They going look at me like the king I'm a boss
But I could get them wet up ain't no
rapper, ya that's on god
We're big dogs, no Rick Ross, get criss crossed
Elevated to another level, on god
I don't stop, I got no ceiling like a drop top
My
It's my time (Rick Ross)
It's my time (Finna' lay back on this shit man)
(Dade County dope boy)
I'm not a slim thug, I'm a fat mack
I don't
Reality yeah I know it makes it hit hard
Get a hit start
Im a big boss
Like I'm Rick Ross
You my fucking shadow man I lost you in the fucking dark
Im
to violence your ass I'll be clocking
Gone they all want me to be gone
Ain't leaving stage wait till' I'm done
No rick ross
Or dipped in loss
My freak bitch
wanna take us,
Cause we bringing all of the paper, n
From nothing, to something,
You know us we the Usual Suspects.
[Rick Ross]
17 trying man up,
the duffel
Fuck em, fuck em, fuck em, fuck em
Gotta keep extra clips when you bumble
When your niggas bitch up, you in trouble
My pockets fat, Rick Ross fat
on my lap looking like Santa Claus
Don't talk shii, these ears got walls
Pause, pockets look like Rick Ross
Damn, small nigga got big balls
Jump on these
imagine
Get that money son
Boss
Beer belly
Rick Ross
Over the rope
I'm toss
Look at my purchase
Sticky like Peter Park
I'm a go get lost
Feel like the big
now i'm shopping
She say i'm the boss, I'm Rick Ross-ing
I'm fucking this bih with no condom (YYUH)
Fuck my baby raw
I aint care at all
I just wanna
on the camera with a chop
And ain't letting off shots nigga
Every real one I seen was running
While the chopper in the sky was shooting
Rounds was launching
My
Every time you know my section lit
Check her name
Is she on the list
I'm a big, big, big boss got the sauce just like Rick Ross
We was sellin' out
super fat, I be looking like Rick Ross
Too much bread, I don't know what this shit cost
Just popped out with designer rick coat
Dropped out of school,
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
that I lost it
What you fucking retarded
Till I'm a carcass
I be up on my boss shit
Bajan boy on Rick Ross shit
Looka my crosses
Man you niggas is waste
I am a boss like my name is Rick Ross
You run up on me, I'll make you look like criss-cross
I got all these chains I'm dripping like big sauce
Ya'll
I'm a self made nigga
Shit you saying to a nigga
Smoke a nigga like glass tip
Bostin talk, stick talk boss, Rick Ross
Big boss, yeah chopper
Kylie
background]
DJ Khaled!
When I ride, I ride for Trey-0-5
Trick Daddy! (When I ride, I ride for Trey-0-5)
Rick Ross!
Pitbull!
The Bottom!
Listen
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
_(cropped).jpg/218px-Rick_Ross_The_Mastermind_Tour_June_15,_2014_Toronto_(14590434716)_(cropped).jpg "Rick Ross")
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