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rick ross - b-guy griffin lyrics

[verse 1: b*guy griffin]
i hate the guys who patronize
a patron’s eyes with blatant lies
stop it
the whole game’s made of spies
you may despise it but still they supply
the profit
i know you think you fly
but you’re just a pu**y so stay inside
you c*ckpit
‘fore you get vaporized and i take the prize
from all y’all when every single faker dies
on the real though i can’t deny
i been bothered by the way rap’s been modernized
they just dramatize s**t to monetize it
everything’s falsifiеd
real recognize rеal but
i don’t recognize anything now
it’s all a lie
between y’all and i
there’s a big divide
no matter how you multiply
still i hope you try
to step up the smoke supplier
i already stoked a fire
i feel so inspired
when i’m focused on my desires
workin’ hard tryna grow empires
and make racks with the squad
talkin’ bout fat cash stacks
from this back pack rap
and actual job
you don’t have what i got
so you don’t wan’ clash with a god
what’s a real man to a fraud
[hook: b*guy griffin}
(boss)
i’m the one who pays what it costs
to step in drippin, you slippin in my sauce (huh)
and i spit so dope when they listen they be trippin
til it’s givin’ ’em withdrawals (huh)
i get the people livin’ for a cause
they always press play, they ain’t ever press pause
all i got’s my word and a set of a big b*lls
and a big appetite yo that’s word to rick ross (boss)

{verse 2: tnyg]
sh*t, i never been a phony
i don’t care about no grills and a pony
(ooh sh*t)
y’all got sk!lls better show me
talkin’ bout bills but you owe me
(ooh sh*t)
y’all really i’m new like i don’t be spazzin’
so i gotta go ahead and just class ’em
(pen’s and pads when takin’ notes no peakin’ over your shoulder)
okay now i got a question
why does everybody gotta talk about a weapon
why does everybody gotta brag at every second
i guess we just step in and show ’em the way
came out the mud and growin’ okay
keepin’ it goin’ a whole ‘nother pace
y’all just be trippin’ like water is laced
try to keep up and you won’t have a tank
(ooh sh*t)
got me goin’ dumb on the beat
2 thumbs gruesome what a feat like
(ooh sh*t)
ready here i come no retreat don’t run [?] like
(ooh sh*t)
hotter than a sun when i speak
over 9k summer degrees like
(ooh sh*t)
talkin’ ’bout bars well i got ’em
couple [?] lined at the bottom
[hook: b*guy griffin}
(boss)
i’m the one who pays what it costs
to step in drippin, you slippin in my sauce (huh)
and i spit so dope when they listen they be trippin
til it’s givin’ ’em withdrawals (huh)
i get the people livin’ for a cause
they always press play, they ain’t ever press pause
all i got’s my word and a set of a big b*lls
and a big appetite yo that’s word to rick ross (boss)

[verse 3: twigg]
haters always double cross, don’t care about the music
they’d rather get tossed (tossed)
i’m full speed like some nos, swervin side to side
like we playin’ some lacrosse (cross)
so check it
i’m feelin like will leonard roberts the second
don’t be threatened
that’s a rick ross line and the pun was intended (oooh)
it’s twiggy rose
k!llin’ this beat like my name was oj
i always have a hay day
when i’m up in the booth and i got somethin’ to say
no way
you always got caught slippin’
don’t you see it’s tnyg back at with the griffins
you still trippin’
off the fact that “no romance” is still hittin (uhh)
why you gotta bother
this rap s**t’s easy takin’ cows to the slaughter
i’m only gettin’ hotter
you can’t put out even if you grab the water
i’m the author
like mario puzo and the godfather
i’ll pop my collar
as i hit up these joints as i toss up some dollars

[hook: b*guy griffin}
(boss)
i’m the one who pays what it costs
to step in drippin, you slippin in my sauce (huh)
and i spit so dope when they listen they be trippin
til it’s givin’ ’em withdrawals (huh)
i get the people livin’ for a cause
they always press play, they ain’t ever press pause
all i got’s my word and a set of a big b*lls
and a big appetite yo that’s word to rick ross (boss)

- b guy griffin lyrics

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