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Chcę mieć wyjebany dach jak Rick Ross alles klar alles tip top
Młody Szymsior
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
get ya face twist
Cartel cocaine by the cases (cases)
Cartel mo' cars then the races (races)
A-K's on a lear jet (g-4)
Rick Ross I'ma Real threat
give her the show like Rick ross
Tryna see if your the one
Tryna connect the dots
Man I really don't care
As long as you are here
That's all I really
haze out the jar
Rick Ross, I'm the best in the flesh
Getting blessed on the ?, it's a way to reflect
Hard work pays off, I'm a boss, you can tell
By
you pass the fuck out
Straight up, straight up
Where are you when I wake up?
Straight up, straight up
You look better without the makeup
Girl you took
[Rick Ross]
You niggas ass backwards out here nigga
You’re wedding shouldn’t cost more than your funeral nigga
Brick in my jeans
Two bricks for
[Rick Ross]
You niggas ass backwards out here nigga
You’re wedding shouldn’t cost more than your funeral nigga
Brick in my jeans
Two bricks for
I'm bout to take off
Balling like Rick Ross
Came from the bottom, I was riding slow
Now I'm bout to pace up
Y'all better lace up
Cuz I'm stacking my
vet
Feel like I'm Rick Ross
Why these hoes so pressed
Trappin it out the whip
Ima have it bussin like dis
Bands in the parking lot
Dam
And I got
ride, I ride for Trey-0-5
Trick Daddy! (When I ride, I ride for Trey-0-5)
Rick Ross!
Pitbull!
The Bottom!
Listen Nigga!
Till a nigga D-I-E,
ride, I ride for Trey-0-5
Trick Daddy! (When I ride, I ride for Trey-0-5)
Rick Ross!
Pitbull!
The Bottom!
Listen Nigga!
Till a nigga D-I-E,
I'm on my hustle......BITCH
Like russell simmons or simon garfunkel.....BITCH you heard
What i said i'm on my HUSTLE.......BITCH
Like rick ross minus
All I do is win
I can never take a loss
I'm gone pass you
If our paths cross
I'm so big you can call me
Rick Ross huh
I'm a boss
I'm a boss
I'm
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
Her and I got dancy lemme show you how it go, Ay
First you step up then we criss cross
Now you caught the vibe, you hit the Rick Ross
Better stay
Woah I'm a big shot with the head rock twin glocks - Shakewell
Make another check at a pit stop
Rick Ross with da big body tell my team to meet in
I'm a boss, I'm a boss, holding my weight, Rick Ross, you ain't never seen drip with sauce, know that ima always win, I'm a boss
you want money, I
Walkin' out, sittin' out, Chris Paul
Walk around doing my Crip Walk (Two, Two)
Two twin glocks, let the clip talk
Imma big boss like Rick Ross
He
wanna take us,
Cause we bringing all of the paper, n
From nothing, to something,
You know us we the Usual Suspects.
[Rick Ross]
17 trying man up,
be weighin' a block up wit that Rick Ross bangin'
If you try me I reverse ya, now you Kriss Kross swangin' yeah
Whip soft top seats off leather feet
Without a fight
Come take a trip with me
Stop by I'll be at 7 seas
I'll ride love the feel of the breeze
No tide say my flow so clean
Of white it's all back
Watch Rick Ross give his Jesus piece to a bum
'Cause tonight we ball, we ball, we comin' up
Paintin' the globe gold, two steppin' on the sun
Like gold,
What do you do when you make it this far
Surrounded by nothing but couple 808's, broken hearts, and melodies rocking out with the guitar
Day without
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