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putting lil shawty up on the map
They Tellin lies on me and she already knowing it’s cap
You stayed by my side always down to ride so I feel like I owe you

(Rick Ross)
I just want to see you shine
God is money with me baby just shine
Always caught up in a whirlwind
or I caught it from my girlfriend

on your own brown mix
Like Rick Ross and the bricks he lift
Got more cane than a pixie stick
That's viscous Nic
My Father been legit, 40 days in the dirt

got some bars I'm locked down inge linako zale za quarantine
I bring colonial rule like I'm Cecil Rhodes
I'm now the boss like Rick Ross
Will never be

to plug until my feet hurt
They asking me questions to answers they know of
I ain't Santa Claus I don't ho-ho
Pockets should be fat like Rick Ross
Altitude

yeah
Bout to graduate I don't know what's next for me
All I know is I'll be fine I worked hard for this destiny
Surrounded by friends and fam life is

Ay, I'm a baller, baby, he ain't got no game
I'm a big dog, baby, rock big chains
And I need a super freak like Rick James
Pop that ass for me

Swervin like I'm crazy
Oh my god she be suckin on my private
I cant listen to yo whack song
Prove me that I'm wrong
Deadass When I feature song
I'm a robber

raw, yo' bitch Rick Ross
And if she bad, then she prolly get lost
Tell her come home, and I tell her get off
Give me my lunchbox, hand me my drawers

Rick Ross, everyday I'm hustling
3. Can't sit around, wait for money, come to me nah 
4. Gotta go hard, that's the only way I'm going get it
5. Forget

one call niggas come get y'all
Niggas big boss, feel like a big dawg

Free Larry Hoover nigga like Rick Ross
No I ain't Jesus, nigga, can't get crossed

Stick talk
Stick talk
Stick talk
Big talk
Pockets
Rick Ross
Forever ball
Yeaaaaaa

We link
We lock
She give me top
We gone drop the top
We gone mini

of my mens, I just eat good like Rick Ross
I don't need no new friends, niggas be throwing me off
Okay, let's go, hey, hey, okay, go get some money, go

me movin slow

All designers drugs got these hoes going dumb
Big bank take your hoe
Fucken dez hoes by the dozen
Maybach coupe recline 
45 on me I keep

I'll prove myself
I'll prove myself to you
I'll prove myself
Baby I want you
I'm always be right here
Right here by your side
Even though you trynna get

squad eating pockets chubbier than Rick Ross
Once the labels notice me that's when I got the missed calls
From all the phony niggas who keep trying to get

Sag My Pants

Hopsin

Raw

2012

a bomb
So give up the baton
I slap you after bustin' a fuckin' nut in my palm
Why you buggin' me like something was wrong
Just take a puff of the bong

to death so my ex wants me back but
She better get used to me gone
'Cos i need my space like I'm truthfully Tom
And the way I do too many wrongs
She might

her mouth she going need some floss
Put a stop to your wings like im rick ross
Say you sipping on lean bitch I'm sipping on Voss
Yea I got the fetta

I Get It Now

Tech N9ne

The Storm

2016

screws
Jack move
Yes I've become a big boss
But I'll never be cool as Rick Ross
That's okay, N9ne's been rhyming
And now he's shining
Perfect timing

my clothes got holes I still gotta shine
Had the wrong size took time for me to find the right
Now I'm picky, I want qualities of the highest kind

to be Rick Ross
I ain't tryin to be Gucci i'm strugglin'
Bitch I'm ridin' round in a hoopty
So in less you bout to help me
Wit my music bitch don't do me

Rick (Rick)
Up at Ross when she need some Rick! (YEAH!)
I got em bouncing, like in a club now
Lost in the game, I made it out somehow (somehow)
Fuck

moving right
Can’t prove me wrong
Can’t prove me right okay
I been all on my own
Can’t pull me left
Can’t pull me right
Ain’t nothing that I can’t get