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then you spit like a dip cup
You spend your time talking shit, I’ll backhand you with my dick girl I’m pissed off
It’s fat like rick ross, it is real

is the Terminator round the Earth, like e-quator
Like a ring, on the finger, He surround, no more danger
Like a Boss, no Rick Ross
Emmanuel, paid

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

Rick Ross
Fat money need to floss (Yuh)
You cant catch me I'm jaded (Ok)
Hold it down vision pixelated (Alright)
Hundred kicks flow crazy count it up
Me

dip off
Dummy bread pockets fat as hell call me Rick ross
Brodie bought a strap just to shoot that nigga scary
Thick Latina bitch wanna hit but her

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

the street they not getting in
Not by the hairs on my chinny chin
Fell into plenty sin like many mean
But I sautéd the flesh like a cheffin' zombie
So there

Lemon Pepper Barbeque
Got bitches barking like a fucking Q
Who's next
To get slaughtered on the track
With my whole crew
Gotta go and get loose

Rick

and they ask for him
By name AUSK nigga I'm boss, I ain't Rick Ross but I do my thing
Im on my Jay Z shit come around your hood like you babysit
But I needs

Tell the truth like a Freeway Rick Ross
Deeper than a dip sauce
If I had a son he'll never be abandoned
I was born and raised to believe and I don't even

Push the exhaust
Big grunts like Rick Ross
Still cooking all the sauces up
You can find me when the Saucers come
Until then it's
Red rum
Red rum
And move

level something you can't reach but they ain't listening
I'm working hard going off bitch I'm getting it
Getting to the chicken like Rick Ross

my doly ain't need need no back up
Big Dawg
Remember I was broke but now my pockets up on Rick Ross
Thought you was my dawg like Kyrie Irving you done

and the Animal
There's only Science
We eat rappers like a cannibal
Check the manual, wack rap niggas is food
Fuck a Ross, only Rick is Ravishing Rude
I'm from

cold city i ain’t done street nigga yeah i won push the weight up by a ton on the road to riches so i do it big like pun  if i do em like Ricky he won’t

on her clit
Back to slobbing on my tip eating goblin my stick
I'm a big boss I'm Rick Ross I'm G-Eazy when he says
I mean it mean it mean it call your girl

Why they talk to me, leave em' mute
Kick that bitch out, yeah you know she got the fuckin' boot
Feelin' like a boss, Rick Ross, fuck the cost
Feelin'

Had a nightmare I was living in the street
Wasn't all bad, I'd consider it a dream
We was all hustlers, counting up the cream
Bad motherfuckers,

Met Tatum over on jump street so we could light up the bong 


Heart is pounding like i got a fucking bomb on my chest
I need some pizza  yeah its

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

Skid-row to this show aye kick off
I walk like this I'm not like him
He walks like the Beatles I walk like Rick Ross
While he's seeing seagulls I stepping

to the pit boss
Rick Ross on the hit list
I ain't coming' for him, he a legend that I'd like to make a hit with
6 crickets in my pencil case
Penned a bunch

that it's cheap
Bitch I'm a baller I swear I'm elite
Feel like Rick Ross I'm a muhfuckin boss imma cop me some bitches to kiss on my feet
uh huh
I'm