Heavyweight

Heavyweight (重量級) (Explicit) - Rick Ross (裡克·羅斯)/Slab

Look at ni**a rozay look at him

Out there with that crossfit sh*t

Ni**a think he a boxer workin' out and sh*t

Ni**a done bought holyfield crib ni**a

Five hundred acres a thousand rooms ni**a

This ni**a think he the champ

Holyfield must have left a belt in that b**ch for him

Ya dig

I been touchin' that set I made my way to a

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 ni**a ding ding

Ni**a ding ding

Ni**a ding ding

Don't make me hit you 'cross your head ni**a ding ding

Runnin' off with all your things ding ding

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**k what p**sy niggas 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**ches

I don't get my dick sucked unless it's two b**ches

My trap mike tyson ni**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 woe up last week

These niggas know they p**sy talkin' bout they robbin'

Talkin' bout they eatin' these niggas out here starvin'

I been touchin' that set I made my way to a

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 ni**a ding ding

Ni**a ding ding

Ni**a ding ding

Don't make me hit you 'cross your head ni**a ding ding

Runnin' off with all your things ding ding

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

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**kin' voice

Hallelujah momma screamin' hallelujah

Pray for your son cause momma you had you a shooter

For this coc*ine 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

I been touchin' that set I made my way to a

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 ni**a ding ding

Ni**a ding ding

Ni**a ding ding

Don't make me hit you 'cross your head ni**a ding ding

Runnin' off with all your things ding ding