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rick ross - heavyweight lyrics

[intro: whole slab]
look at n-gga rozay, look at him
out there with that crossfit sh-t
n-gga think he a boxer, workin’ out and sh-t
n-gga done bought holyfield crib, n-gga
five hundred acres, a thousand rooms, n-gga
this n-gga think he the champ
holyfield must have left a belt in that b-tch for him
ya dig?

[hook: rick ross]
i been touchin’ that set, i made my way to a key
i’m so in love with the trap, i bought a house ‘cross the street
quarter key got me livin’ like i’m don king
heavyweight, i’m in the ring n-gga, ding ding
n-gga, ding ding
n-gga, ding ding
don’t make me hit you ‘cross your head, n-gga, ding ding
runnin’ off with all your things, ding ding

[verse 1: whole slab]
license been suspended, ridin’ with the yay
i sh-t where i eat, i trap where i stay
smokin’, bottle poppin’, belaire rose
and i don’t give a f-ck what p-ssy n-ggas say
michelangelo of this trap game
traded fifteen pounds of mid for a half a thing
we mix that eighteen, now it’s thirty-six
turned that midget to a brick, that’s a pretty flip
shout out mally mall, i got a few b-tches
i don’t get my d-ck sucked, unless it’s two b-tches
my trap mike tyson, n-gga, heavyweight
i’m sleepin’ in the trap, we open every day
i’m parkin’ on my block, i’m beatin’ on my street
twelve all on my -ss, they locked my woe up last week
these n-ggas know they p-ssy, talkin’ bout they robbin’
talkin’ bout they eatin’, these n-ggas out here starvin’

[verse 2: rick ross]
diamonds on my pinky, women on my dizzle
bulletproof the lincoln, there go ricky rizzle
i’m the thrilla in manila, belaire, my ciroc vanilla
my cousin certified k!ller
when he died, i know i cried a river
you come and go, that came down from the lord
every night i hear those aks like a f-ckin’ voice
hallelujah, momma screamin’ “hallelujah”
pray for your son cause momma, you had you a shooter
for this cocaine, they standin’ in this cold rain
in pneumonia weather tryna move that whole thing
heat game, season tickets, that’s for my whole team
’88 mike tyson, that’s with the gold t–th
heavyweight, don king, robin givens, big dreams

- rick ross lyrics

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