Lyrics:
We around when the sun goes down
And the real, real killers they mourn for ya
It's gonna be a bloodshed
One month, one day it's gonna be a bloodshed
the smoke, don't care where it goes
Tryna see 'cause she wanna show
The way she walks, it's like she knows (ooh)
Freez-y, drip like Wheezy (ice)
Choose what's
gloss, cadillac got a wide body like rick ross
Took time but my cash got right,
If I want it I'm a buy it I don't ask no price
Rear view mirror,
again, Rick Ross
I got means to ends I got the leaves to stems, picked off
Blowing smoke ya I'm not pissed off
All you pussies need lip gloss
You too dry
a throwback like a Thursday
We kept it gutta like the pjs
All my n****s riding like a relay
F**k what he say she say “huh”
Broke bum n***a get back
F**k around
It's getting real
But I aint Scurry
Oh there it goes im trippin balls
Hope I don't fall off
Get fired by the boss
Close call
He was talking too much
it by my lonely now I'm the big homie
But I'm his royal slickness, ghetto weakness, come Rick is
The one who expose cornball rappers with
Rick Missy's
Everybody in Wu Tang, Tech N9ne, Common and ASAP
Luda, Proof, Jadakiss, Rick Ross speaking of Maybach
Yeah truly underrated when I enter
around the block while I'm pissing everybody
Trust nobody that's what the world taught me
Father why have you forsaken me? Can't you see these goddamn
Big ole bag like Santa Claus
Love Benjamin like hold on pause
Drive double R I'm not Rick Ross
Take his bitch like Randy Moss
With the gang she
I stay on my boss shii like Rick Ross shii
Gotta stack that Guap up until it a wrap
Money, older than B.I.G and Pac
I ain't going trip when I'm
heart back where it used to lie
I'm a fraud to the game, call me Mike fucking Ross
Snatched outta golf by a nigga wearing Golf
Now I wreck it Ralph,
Rick Ross: Trilla
Bird-man: brrrr!
[Webbie]
The 'lil soldier wit nothin' clear to see wasn't nobody handin' him shit
Ridin' round town glamor
Rick Ross:]
Ross
Niggas better back up
I ain't even help so he call me for back up (back up)
That big boss never slacks up
Ready for these pussy ass
dirty is what I'll do ya
I'll, I'll use the cig, the pump or the german luger
I'll, I'll be the shooter, I'll, I'll be the shooter
I'll, I'll use
prove
What comes around goes around
What comes around goes around
What comes around goes around
Can't catch a break
Met you by mistake
I should've let you
Boys tryna floss, act you tough shit like motherfucking Rick Ross
We all know you ain't the boss, work in an office, bow down to the labels
hood)
If you not from here you can walk it out
And you not hood if you don't know what I'm talking 'bout
Ross
Yeah, .45 off in the ride
Four
fire
Purple cush by the pound
Ask my dog Webbie
This is how it goes down
From my hood to yo' hood
Man, we making money
In the club we poppin'
shit bitch I got
Gingivitis from this flossin'
Make 'em say uhh Rick Ross shit
Big bossin' yeah I'm all about this
All about this lil' bitch come get
flicked off
I'm a head cause that's what bread does
I be gettin money like Rick Ross
No drug money I'm legit dawg
But my boys will still get it off
Beez in
my people that's over 40 now?
Classic, that's what they call us now
Every year I get newer, this goes out to the future
Just like Slick Rick
keep them funds up. Rep your town, not ground and pound, thats what is the come up. Once you've found real peeps around, the rest just sums up. Life can
niggas at the port like Rick Ross
If she dont see that I'm important she can get lost
Niggas tryna add us up by what we bought
Niggas tryna do the math
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