Lyrics:
the queen will still reign here,
I'm Santa Clause to these hoes without a reindeer
Saint Nick, Ross, hey Rick, I just got a toy, cost 850
Now I'm in
leaders and they gave us dope (crack)
From the C.I.A. by way of Nicaragua, shipped to Rick Ross, he's the black godfather
Now Oscar Blandon was his known
geeked (Yea)
I fuck that bitch off a bean (Yea)
I just lost 5 hunnid but I'll flip it by the weekend
I just punched these new Rick Owens
Got on Comme des
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I'll, I'll be the shooter, I'll, I'll be the shooter
I'll, I'll use the pump, the taurus or the ruger
I'll pop somethin through ya,
really ain't got 'ta have golf balls,
You can have pebbles, you know...
But just have ya' game on..
[LAC & MANNIE FRESH] (Chorus):
Lac: If you ridin
balling over here
Looks ain't deceitful I'm raw as I appear
Shoe drop hit the mall buy a pair
Rick Ross I'm a boss eating pears
Reach for my chain? Bitch
off
Roll up on a youngin
Like what that shit cost?
Pockets they be getting too fat call it Rick Ross
I just slapped this lil bitch call it
(Uh)
I just
"The Lord as my witness, Lord as my witness, there's not!
There's not a better MC than Rick motherfuckin' Ross, Lord as my witness
And when a nigga
reppin' my city
I be reppin' my city, no one can do it better
[Rick Ross:]
Let the top back on the Chevy
Then I crank up the boom
Smellin' Issey
with an accent
Just cartwin, can't even relax in my room,
That brown paper bag money push my mattress through the roof
This for my niggas getting
on this throne alone
So lavishly
I'm a big boss
Take no loss
You know I got fat stacks like Rick Ross
This is deep
More than you and me
King energy highway
Razkals Naughty By Nature
They had Delinquent Habits with a Gravediggaz Flava
And a Lighter Shade of Brown Dru took us Down
To a Digital Underground where
The Bell, got a house by the Bayside (Bayside)
Yea I'm livin' like that (like that), and I'm ridin' like that (like that)
Boy I'm ridin' like that
so high
(So high)
And when we ridin' by
(Go by)
All the hoes just stop
Shit! Witcha lookin' ass, oh no
(Oh no)
Big 'lacs Ca-price on gold
(On gold)
on a paper plane
So I can't remember your name
Things changed
Since back in high school
Its cool
You can still slide through
Ridin' my own vibe
I'm so high
Ghetto boys
Die by twenty-five
Or catch a quick three-to-five
From a young white Canadian
Wannabe G’s perspective
Baby baby
Reminiscin’ back
To when
I'm buying the shit don't matter the cost
You steal from the mall, you shopping at ross
You chill at the bottom, i chill at the top
Yo bitch is a hoe
fear, sittin around watchin muthafuckas die
The faces of death
Who coulda predicted 2pac would be next?
Read ghetto text: if you live by the sword
you down
Rick Ross be the boss in the Phantom and all
Got round the clock rocks, spring, winter, and fall
Some of y'all might call me crazy
But
like we partnas
Nigga we was lookin for a deal and you dodged us
Neva did call us
Where was yo promise
But now we ridin' by
(Listening to the wind
on two-five
Or your big brother put you on like surprise
Hearing my hood described
So vivid you could see it by closing your eyes
Maybe it was the age
a cowgirl sayin yee haw
Bitch
I be drippin with the sauce
Rx7 flexin
Pockets fat, rick ross
So cold
My bars on jack frost
I ain't ever down
Bitch I can not
Feeling like a Boss Rick Ross when im in a maybach
Pussy nigha Better duck like Aflac
Don't be playing in the streets better play where it's safe at
Jay
check up
Yeah, and I swear that I'm a boss
Everything I do, I do it big just like Rick Ross, yeah
I'ma buy a diamond grill no matter what the cost
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