I've Been Lonely I've Been Waiting For You I'm Pretending And Thats All I Can Do The Love I'm Sending Ain't Making It Through To Your Heart (Ross
you're well on your (But, I wish you and yours nothing but happiness shorty,) way to the top (RR:ROSS) But there's something you forgot! RR(Rick Ross
you do) and you're well on your (But, I wish all nothing but happiness shorty,) way to the top [Rick Ross:] But there's something you forgot! [Rick Ross
Lonely I've Been Waiting For You I'm Pretending, and That's All I Can Do The Love I'm Sending Ain't Making It Through To Your Heart [Rick Ross:] I shed
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do) and you're well on your (But, I wish all nothing but happiness shorty,) way to the top [Rick Ross:] But there's something you forgot! [Rick Ross (
I've Been Waiting For You I'm Pretending, and That's All I Can Do The Love I'm Sending Ain't Making It Through To Your Heart [Rick Ross:] I shed tears
do) and you're well on your (But, I wish all nothing but happiness shorty,) way to the top [Rick Ross:] But there's something you forgot! [Rick Ross
(feat. Birdman, Rick Ross & T-Pain) [Chorus - T-Pain - 2X] Yeah (I got the shoes wit' the matchin' fit check) Yeah (I got them jewels lookin' phat around
(feat. Fabolous, Juelz Santana, Rick Ross & Ludacris) [The-Dream:] Girl I'm in love with you baby. And I want you to know. That I'm hooked on your body
Might get shot on the porch of your fortress Now they see it was no one from Port City I run in here and Rick Ross is boss shit 'Cause we takin' over
club gettin' stomped We in tha hood on tha block You in tha hood gettin' shot We in tha hood on tha block You in tha hood gettin' shot We quick ta
gon' make a nigga fall in love She rockin' that shit like The way you rockin' that up in this club There's nothing I can say She rockin' that shit like.. [Rick Ross
vessel, the Marriott? We self made, carry on while we carry out Rick Ross If I woke up tomorrow and didn't have a dolla As long as I have my heart I
Porsche with a bald spot No roof, fresh off the car lot And we don't call cops n-gger, we just call shots [Rick Ross] F-ck the competition I bury the
