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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

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

I'm drippin' in sauce 
Pull up with the Glock 
I flex that rick ross
Givenchy my arm
Imma go spend sixty bands on a cop
Imma swerve raris bitch I'm

I go
She go
Pushback that’s got a ring to it
Go low
Bend back
Take time when you roll with it
Man know
Take notes
Rick Ross how I boss with it (yeah)

feat. Rick Ross & Juelz Santana)

[Rick Ross]
baby i gotcha ya voicemail earlier but im confused

[Chrisette Michele]
yep

[Rick Ross]
aha! for

way to paper
Took a big loss
I'm the biggest boss
I feel like Rick Ross
I ain't gonna lie
They got me pissed off
Big dog
Big dog
On my way to paper
Took

cuz I'm a shot caller
Ima boss like Rick Ross
I be dripping cuz I have the sauce
Three amigos
DMR, the dynamic trio
Feelin eighty five cuz my name

Rick Ross
(Rick Ross, Rick Ross, Rick Ross, Rick Ross!)
Ain't no doubt I'm all in, I'm all in
I'm ballin'
All in (oh)
Ain't no doubt I'm all in, I'm all

Tua shawty não é pura tipo VOSS
Ela fala tanto e eu nem a ouço
Tua shawty hoje 'tá tipo Rick Ross
Abano-a toda tipo que sou um baloiço
Tua shawty não

Rick Ross
Blowing loud think it's on Meek Mill
On my grind till I get me a deal
I'm just me nigga fuck how you feel
With my niggas I'm just keeping it

Uso la cabeza concentro mi ki
Y en base a ese gil escribo un hiton
I can´t imagine
Like suena esa shit
I am a machine
Me siento Rick Ross
Desde que nací

Baby hit me on a flip phone 
I just wanna live like Kris Kross
ვიცი ვგავარ Rick Ross
Same games same plans hi big bros

Baby hit me on a flip phone

Rick Ross
Go to jail pod boss
Paint away bob Ross

Yes I smoke no recollection 
Trump is out next election
Only fat mid section
I am smart intellection

bussin  
Run up Onna squah, might load choppa at ya muffin 
Need dat cash I need dat sack no rick Ross I need two maybachs 
Hold dat rock don't trip don't

Boys tryna floss, act you tough shit like motherfucking Rick Ross
We all know you ain't the boss, work in an office, bow down to the labels

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

ear
That at two you would like to hear
Kriss Kross and Rick Ross at 2am
Jump around and get down to Here I Am
Face down and back up till the morning

Savage the way I floss 

No Rick Ross, I stack my chips 

Jeans to be a boss 

No Kris Kross 

Imma be a rich bitch 



( Verse 2 )

Yeah, uh 

I’m so

either way you gon' be mine
Tell your ex to suck a dick I know he pissed off
Pockets gettin fat in these Amiris call them Rick Ross
I swear I wanna kiss

grind, no flip flop
When they see me they say I'm headed for the tip top
Hey, hey
I feel like Rick Ross
I ain't heavyset but I promise I'm a big boss
When

Okay They say I make a stick talk
Got em pissed off
Eddie James bitch I'm big dog 
Eating Rick Ross
I got bands in a duffle
Heard the feds got tipped

Holla at Me

Fat Joe

Unleashed, Vol. 6

2006

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

A Miracle

Birdman

Purple Codeine, Vol. 16

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

gotta floss, hey
Dabbing on 'em with the sauce, huh
Feeling like a young boss, huh
Feeling like I'm Rick Ross, huh
Hundred dollars in the city man