Lyrics:
like the mac gotta ease past, nigga what
Shit, I don't give fuck, I run these streets
Y'all talk that shit, I want that beef
I'ma tell you like a g told
shit to school
Raquel treat me like my father like a fucking stranger
She still don't know I made Sarah to strangle her
Not put her in danger
bomb, that kush)
Don't gotta understand, they know
I smoke that, fire that, good that good that
We welcome you to the high school
We do just like we like
kudos (you know)
Yeah we move weight like sumos
And kicks it with them bitches like judo southside!
[Ving Rhames]
Playaz Circle, Rick Ross, Ludacris
to keep the cash running,
You my official lady, no booin like mcgrady, don't do nobody favors,
Tell em fuck off and pay ya, thats what I love about you
go
Whether thats right I will never know(ugh but here goes nothin)
[Verse 2 - Rick Ross]
When Im alone in my room sometimes I stare at the walls
surprised you can have some fun with that
Had to tell her bye, she was getting too attached
Don't want nothing like what I been through in the past
People
no way
You're just like the equivalent of Drake
'Cause all your new shit, they're just throwaways, huh
I would say what a shame
But I don't think
on me
If you switch up than don't call me for shit homie
Walk in the club and I'm drippin' in Rick Owens
Acting like my money gone, now that bitch owe me
out to the Flux
This shit the best, I only like it deluxe
[Rick Ross]
Brick in my jeans
Two bricks for the ring
Three bricks for the beamer
Four ounce
out to the Flux
This shit the best, I only like it deluxe
[Rick Ross]
Brick in my jeans
Two bricks for the ring
Three bricks for the beamer
Four ounce
Yeah, now what it do you know it's Weezy F. The fuckin' boss
Inside that Phantom bitch so big I prolly get lost
How bout that exhaust, and my funky
I light up the night like the end of the tunnel
Then make her ride like a bike, Lance Armstrong how I fuck her
Ragu, how I'm drippin' on you, I don't
I light up the night like the end of the tunnel
Then make her ride like a bike, Lance Armstrong how I fuck her
Ragu, how I'm drippin' on you, I don't
boy up like a Bic, huh
Light that boy up like a Bic, huh
And you know I keep a stick, what?
On my rich shit (you dig), got a rich bitch
And my
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
Ayo, I'm talkin' some real talk, tire smoke when I peel off
In a white Rolls Royce, big body feelin' like Rick Ross
White Caddy, Hazzard County like
She put it on repeat
She love how I eat beats
She callin me Slick Rick
The swag is on fleek, fleek
She know I go deep, deep
So I gave her a tip, tip
my dick started talking like
I said bitch, it's a flute, not a dick
Don't suck it
I been hot, hot, it's a hot boy summer
Big boss, Rick Ross, I
bitch on my TikTok
Rolex my wrist, that's a big clock
Bitch, I do feel like I'm Rick Ross
'Cause they know I am the big boss
I told that bitch to go get
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
drawers (nah)
Flat screens on my walls, flows look like bowling balls (damn)
I know Big Meech (uh), the real Big Meech (yeah)
It's over for you clowns
mad at?
tell me who you mad at
thats what i tell her while i wax that (down)
but shes leavin on a next plane
and i dont know if she'll be back again
You know I do it like I'm doing it for do
Watch the shoes, ostrich, you know what time it is like 2 watches
My reputation, detonation on destination
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