Lyrics:
[Rick Ross (J. Holiday)]
You Might need a passport for this one
Its international
J.Holiday!
(And we got a special guess)
Guess who, boss!
(You
would say back in August Rick was thinking he had lied to him (What?)
Randy told him "I would never lie why the fuck you trip?" (Why)
Rick had lost it he
I love you like my son
They can say what they want but, nigga
You the one"
Every junkie know I got that shit
They lie all the time but they never quit
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
Headed to the plug (To The Plug)
He be showing love (No Scale)
Rick Ross with the buds (Rick Ross)
Blast off like a scud (Gone)
Headed to the plug
[Lil' Flip (Rick Ross)]
You smell that? (smell what?)
That's money
I smell money
Hahaaa
(Rossss)
I know y'all wonderin' like...
"What the hell is
'm the mayor you can come see
Look here I'm well known, what you say? (I'm well known)
Kush by the el-bow, I love when it smell strong
Otherside
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
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
you wanna come try me
Go ahead boy i dare you
Cause i’m slick slick slick
Like i’m rick rick rick
Don’t you get this shit
I go reckless bitch
You don’t
fast, yeah, she givin' that hyperslop
B-B-Bad bitch, rockin' some ricks with a biker top
I'm goofy, don't know if I'm high as a kite or not
Can't go off
You don't wanna fuck with me boy
Wyjebane jak Rick mam
Wyjebane jak nikt mam
Nie piszą o mnie artysta
To co piszę to nie fikcja
Kieszeń pusta mam
the fuck up, bro"
I love y'all, Antoinette, Donna, Jamie, Stephanie
Jenny, Paul, all you motherfuckers know who y'all at
And legal, man, album delivery, I
Whatever happened to the 80s?
Thank god, Rick Astley gave us up
When will the Scorpions break up?
Next time you think about going retro
This is what
cha
I just been on the lean, x, drop by
She asked did I graduate
Bitch I'm a drop out
My brada serve white
Yea, Jonas
Please send the drop
You know that
acts of violence
This goes deeper than rap shit
He's worth eight figures
So young niggas, boss up
I present to you, Rick Ross, the boss
[Rick
Yeah..
They say.. that Rick Rick is..
You're all garbage that type talk I'm on
Dumb one becomin glad the great one walks among
Honcho man)
I had on Marni and Rick Owens when I walked in
Uhhh uhhh
If you ain't tryna love, get out my face
Uh
My new bitch swea she look just like
Machine, "Hello."
Rick Rock, "Rick Rock."
Machine, "Has a message for:"
Rick Rock, The Bay Area
Machine, "To accept the message press 1"
Ugh,
days
And I love you so, how much you'll never know
'Cause you took your love away from me, aha-oh
Now what was I to do?
She's crying over me and she
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
Shorty so turnt super geeked
Geeked off drink and the weed
Rick James she a super freak
So geeked she can barley speak
So turnt I'm super geeked
I'm a boss, you can tell
By the bottles in the pail, and the models that we share
I'm into real estate, in a realer state of mind
We came for trigger
Hey, uh, Grandpa Rick, can we maybe
Maybe I can pick what we listen to next? You know
We've been in this ship for like three hours now
Well,
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