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girl, had to give up my rib
Back in the booth with these bars like a bid
Big talk
You don't want stick talk
Big boss, feeling like Rick Ross - ooh
Came

a Monday
Them Rick Ross days, we was playin' that gunplay
We really in them fields, we was playin' with them folks
You run across Carson Field, get that ass

of em
try and steal my underwear (wipe me down)
I Like to floss like Rick Ross got a hit called set it off
when i sing it everybody set it off (wipe me

got me pissed off
Bitch, I'm high off the gas, 'bout to lift off
Bitch, my pockets gettin' fatter than Rick Ross
Gettin' money and I'm stackin' that

at the table, the cork twist
I'm studied like a book by many
They give me looks of envy, I took the Bentley
White chick like Liz Taylor might get the Bentayga

my foes burning bushes of the reefer
Stand up, receive your blessings, hear the message thru the speakers
Ridin by Ebenezer, a ghetto poem preacher

Thug Luv

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Greatest Hits [Chopped and Screwed]

2004

[Cocking of a gun, followed by gunshot repeated throughout.] 
Bone thugs-n-harmony. I know you niggas been waitin' for this for a 
long time. Well, here it

on a table, uh
Never, now I'm private club label
Leave a lil' bih disabled, uh (Yeah)
Rick Ross feeling like a big boss
Diamonds on neck shine like my bih lip

-Bizzy Bone-Intro- 
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Capo Regime,
Lil' Capo Confuscious first and foremost.
Yeah, yeah. Live in the ghetto,
we're in the ghetto, War

Infrared

Pusha T

Daytona

2018

of a game where the culture's missing
When the CEO's blinded by the glow, it's different
Believe in myself and the Coles and Kendricks
Let the sock puppets

can’t cry got tattoo tears on my eyes
Like my glock I need you right by my side
Drink that girl like some water after I walk through the fire
You know I

Die Young

French Montana

Welcome to JFK

2015

the can, they just tuna fish
No money orders from the fam, just get through the shit
Youngins dying nowadays, dressed-up in the ghetto
The struggle all by

with Gates
Curb boy Trell, big God of the North
I'm slangin' Ross, seekin' no applause when I talk
The Godmother came to me, told me I was sacred

to finesse on me but keep i breaking them down 
Make em feel sober but high and tipped over and make sure they drop to the ground 
Bitch I'm Rick Ross i'm

off
Shot caller
Fuck a big coin I want big dollaz
How you be a boss
With the worker problems
You ain't Rick Ross
You a Richie dollaz
You a bitch boy
You

be rip offs
Outsiders a harleq
Biggest boss
I feel like Rick Ross

This the shit that make the people jump
We more like Criss Cross
Me and Sega

Zoom

DJ Black

Life Stories: Dragged & Chopped

2008

the club like

[Yung Jok]
Every day I'm hustlin'
They think I'm Rick Ross
Just as soon as I fuck 'em
Tell the hos to get lost
A lot of niggas mad

a boss nigga
It’s the vibes that Rick Ross give us
We fighting for the Meeks so they get a milli too
We the movement freedom fighter
Free all of my niggas

backends on backends
I'm ridin' around in a coupe (coupe)
I take your bitch right from you (you)
Bitch, I'm a dog, woof (grrr)
Beat the ho walls loose

Bad And Boujee

Migos

Bad and Boujee

2016

backends on backends
I'm ridin' around in a coupe (coupe)
I take your bitch right from you (you)
Bitch, I'm a dog, woof (grrr)
Beat the ho walls loose

more now
It's platinum, now a days we put the gold down
We stepped it up, y'all don't ever want a showdown
Get wetted up by the sleeve that leave

niggas feelin me
Medical weed is healin me
Got more legs than a centipede
Sippin purp by da milliliter
Everything I do is fuckin psycho
And I saved a lotta

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

than an old Rick Ross
Just ordered a dozen wings and hot be the sauce, blue cheese what I dip
As my baby roll a spliff, what a life, ain’t it beautiul