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the ends with the steel shit
So don't get me wrong I might deal shit
'Cause I'm still out here
On some chill shit
And 'nuff man want to talk
About clips

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

Aye

Big Dog Big Dog let me talk my sh*t on em
Yea Yea
Big Boss like Rick Ross
Get jumped like Criss Cross
Oh Yea
Gon tell me what it hit for
A** fat I

Trickn Off

Gucci Mane

Custom Cars & Cycles

2009

[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

My Kung Fu

UTD

Urban Thermo-Dynamics

1999

[ INTRO: Mos Def ]
Baba-baba-baba-baba-baba, you been so good to me
When I was a little boy you were the only one I wanted to be
To be like pa duke

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

would all be so simple 
Let me make it official 
I book the flights tonight 
By the morn we'll be switching positions on this earth 
I gotta leave 
My

Diamonds on me shining I'm a big boss
Way I let go of the weight they call me Rick Ross
If a profit ain't a part then I ain't involved
I been busy

A Miracle

Birdman

Savage Life 2

2008

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

I Gotta

Trina

The Glamorest Life

2005

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,

Cold blooded killers
Straight spitters
Just spitting hip hop
Man I feel like Rick Ross
We gon hit the tip top
Got my shit up in my crew socks
I gotta

but no rick Ross
But I can never love no thot
I can never love no thot
Woke up this morning
Last night I was faded
Shawty calls my phone and I look

No Rick Ross, I stack my chips 

Jeans to be a boss 

No Kris Kross 

Imma be a rich bitch 



( Outro ) 

Don’t leave me 

Don’t break me 

My heart

bout no Rick Ross
Surrounded by sicarios
Always ready with them clips on
Straight like that
We ain't cool we ain't friends
We ain't family never been

gettin fat in these Amiris call them Rick Ross
I swear I wanna kiss you when you puttin' on your lip gloss
I know your ex is mad you with me but that's his

hit my phone lil bitch do you want something  
I cant talk right now. cus this gg got me bussin  

Need dat cash I need dat sack no rick Ross I need two

boss 
Fuck Joss, he's no hoss
I hate his guts and I hope that he never pushes through 
Fuck Joss, he has no sauce 
Fuck Joss, tryna be Rick Ross
He has

Fi-Di-Di-Di-Dan
Get Em By The Hundred I Aint Talkin Bundles Eitha
Love That Wite Girl, I Got Jungle Fever

[Slick Pulla:]
Ok, Its Blakanomiks Me N Fab Gon Skool Ya

I stay on my boss shii like Rick Ross shii
Gotta stack that Guap up until it a wrap
Money, older than B.I.G and Pac
I ain't going trip when I'm

getting paid feeling Like Rick Ross
You know my patience is thin most of these rappers just lost
I know I got all the money, time Hell You can call me

getting paid feeling Like Rick Ross
You know my patience is thin most of these rappers just lost
I know I got all the money, time Hell You can call me

damned feet

DJ Blue mixed tapes and Lord Finesse
Raised on bass and on a worn slick deck
Learned my slang right down the block
From where Rick Ross

Hey Hey Hey
When the rain falls down
And there's no one by my side
Only my Lord to get me through them nights
Hey Hey Hey
When the rain falls down

do, if you looking fuck wrong witchu
Spit so much fire gotta wash it down with some VOSS
And all my niggas getting check, boss not talking Rick Ross