Lyrics:
Let's skip Apollo
Colorado is
My Picasso (what)
We ride or die (die)
She my little vato
Ross
Can't hold it back
You know I'm so addicted to you
crime homie, time for dyin' homie
[Chorus: x 2]
[Rick Ross]
It's truly a miracle, that boy still a live
'Cause I was sellin' bo in '95
Ridin'
acts of violence
This goes deeper than rap shit
He's worth eight figures
So young niggas, boss up
I present to you, Rick Ross, the boss
[Rick
PATHETIC YES I SAID IT.
FLOW SKITS Ima eat A ritz bisk real quick and slick rick ross sized shit throwin fits glitz glitchin out the games brain just for
PATHETIC YES I SAID IT.
FLOW SKITS Ima eat A ritz bisk real quick and slick rick ross sized shit throwin fits glitz glitchin out the games brain just for
I wake up-
We could never make up
And I could never take up-
Your offer to love again
You say lets
Just be friends
But I can't do that
Because I
'cause I'm the one that they chose to do this
Goes to show with some dedication there's nothing to it
But dedications something you can't teach
And my
nothing (nothing, nothing, nothing)
(Remember)
Damn, I might be the only one make it
Travel down a path less taken (Lito)
Won't bend
Can't break me
on and take off
I'm in tiffin rapping right now boy I'm in clay hall
Got a bad bitch her name coco
I'm by myself I'm moving solo
She going to fuck me cause its
had to do it, broke boy can't pay Rent
Fucked up, now take a IP take the whole thing
(Yeah)
I doing anything, anything, getting money
Fall in love with
Issa angel on my shoulder and he tell me what to do
And a nigga listen to em
I needed time to recoup
Now I see right through em
Angel on my shoulder
got nothing to worry 'bout after life
Bet I'll never trade for 25 to life
This is what I'm all about
I rep' my Lord my Saviour and I still live by
open my mouth shit that's the sound
They go "Brra-Tat-Tat" so you betta watch out
Ouch!
[Rick Ross]
Bitch I got money too
"Trilla" album comin' soon
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
You a hot boy can't do nothing for ya.
I act like you ain't there, try my best to ignore ya.
c big boss, like rick Ross I ain't giving you nothing this
enter enter like a fucking boss (Like a boss)
I'm a hustler hustle hard like I'm Rick Ross (Rick Ross)
Lessons lessons up on lessons
Blessings (Blessings)
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
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
crime homie, time for dyin' homie
[Chorus: x 2]
[Rick Ross]
It's truly a miracle, that boy still a live
'Cause I was sellin' bo in '95
Ridin'
Rick Ross
Plies
Nigga, we so hood
I'm so hood
We the best
DJ Khaled, Florida stand up
Let's go
Hood
a nigga used to work
Up in that best buy
Now a nigga top 5, nothing like Michelin
Always in that crown hot, something like
And I get the crowd live
And I
Mikrofone Rob
Big Dog on the mic I'm like a Black Clifford
Six calls in one night cause I'm a cat kisser
Rick Ross with my price let's make the fam
me wouldn't be cashing out
Can't let you stay, beat it now you ain't eating now
Look I been preaching speeches too long its my season now
I poke stroke
stars on Déjà
There ain't nobody greater yeah
When Shark attacks, they can't react
Heartbeats increase and it becomes
Hard to relax i'll forever stay
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