Lyrics:
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
listening to Rick Ross
Because bitch I move like a boss
When you getting money you don't care about the cost
When you claim you a shooter you don't shoot no
Thought you were my dawg but saw the paper, you a snitch
I just want the maybach feel like rick Ross
Let me hit it quick up in my flip flops
Know I get you
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
'cause she a dime
And when it come around, I know she gon' ride
Yeah, she my ride or die
I swear to God when she by my side
I get a different type
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
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
the club like
[Yung Jok]
Every day I'm hustlin'
They think I'm Rick Ross
Just as soon as I fuck 'em
Tell the hos to get lost
A lot of niggas mad
On Rodeo, in a Maybach, they think that that's Rick Ross
Wanna fuck me, she a broke bitch, sorry boo, that's a big, "Hell nah"
Wanna sneak diss, it's cool
[Chorus]
I took my bitch to lennox mall I call it tricking off
50 bricks just crossed the state, I call it getting across
Gucci, rick ross
on ol' Rick Ross status
Don't get flipped like you in gymnastics, uh
Niggas hard online, but in real life he made of plastic
You ain't built the way I'm
same thang game came when I left em
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie
But I'm his Royal Slickness ghetto weakness come Rick is
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,
leche como nesquick
Porque se vuelve loca porque yo le dí
Ando con un piquete spicy
Big boss Rick Ross
Sigo en Gucci cuando e'ta' en Ross
Soy como yankee
on her clit
Back to slobbing on my tip eating goblin my stick
I'm a big boss I'm Rick Ross I'm G-Eazy when he says
I mean it mean it mean it call your girl
care bout no cost
Flexin' on my hoes 'cause it's they loss
Feelin' like the biggest boss, Rick Ross
Niggas out here flippin', man, call it criss-cross
I
in my pot
Yeah, swerving like Rick Ross
Yeah, I came out on top
Yeah, I done made the boss
Running to the top (Shh, shh)
Yeah, shooters they on job
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
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
Let em know
Snappin’ off
Yo aye
I hopped in the game like a boss (boss shit)
Been flossin’ I look like Rick Ross
Pushin’ Rolls
Shawty tell me don’t
same thang game came when I left em
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie
But I'm his Royal Slickness ghetto weakness come Rick is
Bang bang same thang game came when I left em
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie
[Slick Rick]
But I'm his Royal Slickness
the club like
[Yung Jok]
Every day I'm hustlin'
They think I'm Rick Ross
Just as soon as I fuck 'em
Tell the hos to get lost
A lot of niggas mad
_(cropped).jpg/218px-Rick_Ross_The_Mastermind_Tour_June_15,_2014_Toronto_(14590434716)_(cropped).jpg "Rick Ross")
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