Lyrics:
One of the greatest rapper, walk - I'm sayin'
In the field makin' my brick without hayin'
Mad busy kid, nah whip cut here
You, boy, drop your
One of the greatest rapper, walk - I'm sayin'
In the field makin' my brick without hayin'
Mad busy kid, nah whip cut here
You, boy, drop your
movie so much you think we grew up in Brooklyn
Nah, we just some 70's babies feelin' nostalgic
Relatin' to ghetto livin' where would I be without it
chicken in the
Last ten years that's why you've been off
Every time he goes on Instagram and
Sees a picture of Rick Ross
Rockin' a long rocky chain
With
sad, I need to make some cash
"Money, get the money!"
Make some cash, make some cash
"Me and you Ty we gonna make some cash" -> Slick Rick
Make
Got a circle of success you can say I'm way around it
Yeah and by the way my name is Touch????
[Verse 2 - Birdman]
Uptown roller, take it off
got no
Class you know that's truancy
I don't want the panties off
Unless it's done by me
Rick Ross voice you know it costs
To be a boss like me
So many
Still Talkin Game
[Rick Ross:]
We Keep That White Girl, Like To Call Her Tamie
Born In Columbia, She Moved To Miami
Hilary Clinton, She My Bestfriend
Okay, I'm reloaded
The homey, Elvis Presley and Rick Ross teen
Be back, I'm back
I'm back, I'm back
It's nowhere to go
I'm talkin' Japanese
know, running in the Slick Rick
Bro, getting hit up by Big Daddy Kane. What the fuck, bro
Sorry I put it out like that, but it's facts, you know what I'm
Rick Ross, Loyd, street life
Ain't nothin' but the street life
That's money, cars and hoes
It's the only life I chose
Street life, ain't
hook in they head cause its catchy (Yea)
They call me honcho the boss
Making the bank it's fat Rick Ross (Ross)
Don't flex my diamonds they floss
You
damned feet
DJ Blue mixed tapes and Lord Finesse
Raised on bass and on a worn slick deck
Learned my slang right down the block
From where Rick Ross
cook or clean
I'm all by myself she wanna live with me
I keep to myself you don't wanna live with me
Shawty think she Ross but I'm in Italy
I feel like
Yeah
Bento oh Bento
yeah yeah
Ooh I ain't never lost
I'm on my supreme shit
Like Diana Ross
Paying with the sacrifice
That's the price it cost
Want
lip gloss she got some stupid top
I'm rick ross w all these birds like wing stop
Wet pussy yea its shining like flash light
Still thinking bout that
me and Britney, a dancer
Know your shit authentic by the way your hat fit on you, with it
I'm like the Blair Witch nigga in the rented
Curtains in
we some big dogs
If you ain't barkin' I'm offended
Feel like Rick Ross, bitch, and my pockets get thick
You ain't even gotta trip 'bout the wrongs
couldn't survive without my radio
Terrorizing my neighbors with the heavy bass
I keep the suckers in fear by the look on my face
My radio's bad from
and Clyde
I would die jus for you cause I can't live without you shorty
Let's go on adventures baby we can be like Rick and morty
Yea and shorty stackin
Gardner, the crashin' of James Dean
Bobby Brown influenced by Rick James, it goes
Prince wanted Alexander O'Neal to be Morris Day or Jerome
But Alex was
on they necks 'til they can't breathe
Claim they five stars but sell you dreams
They say death multiplies by threes
Line them all up and let's just see
Fuck
I'm in the club and I'm rocking Rick
Yea, top floor boss, my money big, Rick Ross
I ain't even got no flaws, they mad for no cause
Big racks, charity,
Wrote this song about you like Rick Ross
Don't you wanna fuck with me
I wanna fuck with you
You can't win with me
Do you wanna break your heart like mine
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