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yeah now a nigga through the ceiling with it 
Jheez 
I’m too high oh I’m sky high 
Everybody round me someone I would die by 
Trying me you trying my

knock a nigga off course
And my pockets be on rick Ross
Ain’t nobody teach me this floss
Different car but depend on the weather
Fendi monster that be

à condo 


The little cutie turns dirty in my fantasies
When she say my name à hear i bitchy melody
Rick ross in my head Phone
While her lip gloss suckin

Hard Rhymin'

Paris

Rebirth of a Nation

2006

for these racist wars
A lie's fed by these TV whores
I know it's more to news fake the truth
We break through won't lose we move with Public Enemy

Sellin' Ice Cream

Master P

Ice Cream Man

1996

the southside with ghetto cheese, or should I say ice cream
72 oz's, players I mean 2 ki's
For all you niggas that smokes 
I got my homies with the gats posted

'cause you know what you worth
Yo, came through dripping, I know you got the sauce
The only one to make a thug cry, no Rick Ross
The way I touchdown, I’m

had to take May off
I been going through mayday and liftoff
Bad attitude but her lips soft
I feel like Denzel Curry meeting Rick Ross
Young crazy nigga

nigga, Dolph

Hop in the coupe and swerve off
Shoot thru the lane like Chris Paul
Hustle the chips and get lost
Drop a few pounds, rick Ross
Endure

I'm like I, got all of these hunnits on my mind (On my mind)
Runnin' through your city with my slimes
I can't fuck with you baby, no you not mine

bossed up now I call shots like Rick Ross 
Pour me up another cause I think I'm coming down
My liver ain't the only thing tonight that's bout to drown

niggas she let beat I'm so appalled
She a devil in that new dress that you brought
Every time you in it that shit sound like rick ross
You could yell

the big dawg (What)
Pockets on twenty thirteen Rick Ross
Ugh
Caramel skin
With the caramel hair (Ooo)
With the caramel eyes (Ooo)
I’ll pay for ya nails

Nicca running
Have a pussy nicca sprinting having em dipping like sauce
Pockets fat big boy status yeah I'm talking Rick Ross
Bro done hit a lick he done

like 6God
Hop out the whip, got me feeling like a drip god
Fuck with me and you gonna get criss crossed
Run this shit, want a house like Rick Ross
Like

this
I tell my stories through music I hope you're reading this
I tell my stories through chapters
Shoot like the Raptors
Remember days I used to spin by

ain't no archin involved
Push to the limit and um not Rick Ross
Niggas can't see me they walking through fog
Forget what you see if you see um involved
I

pissed off
I’m off the gas pack and the crystal
I feel like rick Ross lil bitch
I’m fuckin big dope

Fuck you
You just make my jock hurt
Keep my strap

At the tip top, I'm a big boss like Rick Ross
I'll cross you over then I'll hit you with the quick shot

They pissed off that we pullin up on his block
I lose

bastards who turn
Misfortune to magic
And morph pain into hip-hop classics
We the, ghetto messiah
Spread our gospel through the bootleggers
Prosperity

Only MUNNA shit when a nigga talk
Double MG feel like Rick Ross
Im on Wokeisha like Moneybagg if ion got a drank Ima sip raw
Pour Mo
This MUNNA boy shit

Dropa don nuh Rick Ross but him a the Boss
We teeth dem white like chalk yea we flass
Champagne glass ina hand wen we flass
An we youth dem flass wen we

Forgives, I don't tell Rick Ross I felt that
Tried to treat people Right that's when I got Left
Only focus is God, Family and Myself. It's a Wrap Nigga

want me horny turn a trick and get my bricks off
I think I’m Big Meech Willie Lloyd Rick Ross y’all at the border OK hit me when the shit cross

They

throw money in the grave rick ross - bars! 

It's friday night say goodbye to the sun
Got that feelin' got that feelin'
Tonight we're on a mad one
Just