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Rick Ross Cry

die, I aint come to talk , boy I came to see you cry, Let me see you off, Now cry, cry, cry, cry,cry, nigga cry, cry, cry, So we back in the game,

die, I aint come to talk , boy I came to see you cry, Let me see you off, Now cry, cry, cry, cry,cry, nigga cry, cry, cry, So we back in the game,

to die, I aint come to talk , boy I came to see you cry, Let me see you off, Now cry, cry, cry, cry,cry, nigga cry, cry, cry, So we back in the game,

[Rick Ross] Hello Good morning tell me what the lip read pretty face, thin waist with the sick weave first time fish tailing in the 6 speed real bad boy

thought they never knew me But these niggas know me, and half them niggas owe me I'm fed up, that's why I'm acting like the old me [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Rick Ross

you suckers think you trippin' with? Yes, I'm the boss Seven forty-five, white on white, that's Rick Ross I cut 'em wide, I cut 'em long, I cut 'em fat

Im day Im hustlin, 15x [Verse 1] Who the f*ck you think you f*ckin with, im the f*ckin boss 745 white on white thats f*ckin ross I cut em wide, I cut

and 50 but neither one of them called you back Ask J.R., my car was pushed to the limit on Cool & Dre Plus Rick Ross was Hustlin' that money outcha like

fed up, it's why I'm acting like the ol' me [Chorus] [Verse 2: Rick Ross] I'm sick and tired of you suckahs so now I'm fed up (Ross) Somebody catch