Rick Ross - Heavyweight lyrics

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Rick Ross - Heavyweight lyrics

[Intro: Whole Slab] Look at n***a Rozay, look at him Out there with that CrossFit sh** n***a think he a boxer, workin' out and sh** n***a done bought Holyfield crib, n***a Five hundred acres, a thousand rooms, n***a This n***a think he the champ Holyfield must have left a belt in that b**h for him Ya dig? [Chorus: 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***a, ding ding n***a, ding ding n***a, ding ding Don't make me hit you 'cross your head, n***a, ding ding Runnin' off with all your things, ding ding [Verse 1: Whole Slab] License been suspended, ridin' with the yay I sh** where I eat, I trap where I stay Smokin', bottle poppin', Belaire Rose And I don't give a f** what p**y n***as 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**hes I don't get my dick s**ed, unless it's two b**hes My trap Mike Tyson, n***a, 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 in my a**, they locked my [?] last week These n***as know they p**y, talkin' bout they robbin' Talkin' bout they eatin', these n***as out here starvin' [Chorus: Rick Ross] [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**er 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**in' voice. Hallelujah, momma screamin' "Hallelujah" Pray for your son cause momma, you had you a shooter For this c**aine, 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 teeth Heavyweight, Don King, Robin Givens, big dreams [Chorus: Rick Ross]