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walk
They don't like the way I ball, I'll love it when I see them fall
I just wanna be a boss, I wanna be like Rick Ross
I give it up to God, I'll cop it

Ride [Remix]

Juelz Santana

Gutta

2008

b low the money, that louie bag of hundreds, 
We trying to holla, but she be hella fronting, she never met a nigga real as

[Chorus]

[Rick Ross

Codeine, Cosign
I'm sick of lies
Rap beef headlines
All of the time
Let me live my
Life in my prime
Without these guys
Codeine, Cosign
I live life like Rick

Rap Song

T-Pain

Boss Musik

2010

to have yo' head gone
And I ain't doin' nothin' wrong
But we can make love to a rap song

Me and you, yo' momma and yo' cousin
Baby we can make love

Rap Song

T-Pain

It's a Wrap

2010

to have yo' head gone
And I ain't doin' nothin' wrong
But we can make love to a rap song

Me and you, yo' momma and yo' cousin
Baby we can make love

bitch I eat peach like Rick Ross
I told that bitch you gotta mix it with some Pastis (just a lil bit) 
I told that bitch just to make a real mistis
I told

Searchin' for proof
Put the world on my loop, could you tell me what's wrong
What's wrong
Mmm, could you tell me what's wrong
By the way, I'm so high
Could

Shining like some lipgloss
Maybach Rick Ross
Heading to the beach with my girl in her flip-flops
She didn't really mess with the rap or the hip-hop

things you can't discover
Symere Woods and Wilburn, got too much sauce
Double R cullinan that's some boss shit
Rick Ross, move him out the way he guarding

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

Cause Corona virus, it ain't no sharing blunts
We all bosses, like rick ross, yeah we eat pears for lunch
You gon win or lose, just be prepared to punch

meet the boss of the cartel. 

[Verse 2: Rick Ross] 
I'm a seven-nine satan, sitting on Lorenzzes. 
And I seem really patient, picture the equation.

wrong when I get done
(uh)
'Cause if god said to me, you're the one
How could I, yeah
(uh) , stand by my own? (uh)
Washing myself falldown in the throne,

of gold
You can walk for miles and miles Surrounded by lost souls
Then a man with a suit and tie Tells me I don't belong
I'll Prove You Wrong, I'll Prove

give reasons for blocking, nah
Know that I can't tell you how to feel
See by what you do, but I still wonder if it's real
I know you're tryna prove me

I couldn't fix you, prove me wrong
But I'll try anything

When the drugs run out
I won't be told by reason or faith in my future
I will withhold my

shirt and I'm wearin' Abercrombie
I'm fuckin' her friend, I got her embarrassed
Rick Ross, I'm havin' more green than a pear
Put out your fire just like

the media
Or so she claims
Yet she is all over social media
And TV

You've Got To Prove Me Wrong
Write that song
Show me where you belong
Stop Stringing Me

looking fat
Just like Rick Ross, ayy
I be buyin' hella shit
Don't know how much it costs

I cannot take a loss, niggas know I'm a boss
Walk in the mall

Vai vai
Accost
Tras n'cap a me 
T fai o gir nda giostr
Son stu trip hinterland by night
Son ca martell nda cervell e l'hi FI

Vai vai
Accost
Tras

Tired of Dreaming

Rick Ross

The Gifted [Clean]

2013

like...

[Chorus]

[Rick Ross]
HUH! {Maybach Music}
When I look in your soul, all I see is the gold
Her beauty is blinding, she's in total control

prove me wrong, prove me wrong, prove me wrong one time
And when these petals fall, hope the last one makes you mine
So prove me wrong, prove me wrong

I Am Your Leader

Cam'ron

Pink Friday: Roman Reloaded

2012

the queen will still reign here,
I'm Santa Clause to these hoes without a reindeer
Saint Nick, Ross, hey Rick, I just got a toy, cost 850
Now I'm in

The only way is to break away after lift off

In the game bout to fuck it until my dicks soft
Talking vain like my head is bigger than Rick Ross
Peeling