Rick Ross

They wanna f*ck with a boss. Everyday hustle I feel like Rick Ross yea. Heard that they taking a loss. Trapped all inside they be locked in a box
Shoot for the sky all my niggas they ride. Back of the foreign get litty tonight. Moving with caution I move like spy. Know u can run but u know u can't hide. Vision be blurry sometimes when I'm high. U know how it get down when we in the night. Pussy be wet know that pussy be tight. Don't hit my phone cause my answer be dry
Shorty she trynna get under my sheets. Ain't into dates nah I ain't into meets. Only the family if u trynna link. Girl u be lucky if u fucking with me. All of it talk but that talk is to cheap. Step out designer that fit be too neat. Roses are red got it all on my jeans. Can't wait to fly trynna go overseas
They wanna f*ck with a boss. Everyday hustle I feel like Rick Ross yea. Heard that they taking a loss. Trapped all inside they be locked in a box
Locked in box think they know all answers. Way that I see it it giving me cancer. I got the power feel like Kanfu panda. Got all the moves they could call me a dancer. Don't need to no features like Tony Montana. I be carrying my load I feeling like Santa. Climb to the limit I'm climbing that ladder. I am artist don't calm me a rapper
Girl talk to much better get out your feelings. Can't trust these niggas or bitches I'm healing. Shoot for the stars man as I shoot through the ceiling. Lot of emotion but fuck all the feelings. Must be a reason I'm trynna find meaning. I know I'm chosen and no I ain't dreaming. Way that I'm moving they think that I'm cheating. Get to the bag after that then I'm leaving
They wanna f*ck with a boss. Everyday hustle I feel like Rick Ross yea. Heard that they taking a loss. Trapped all inside they be locked in a box



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