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"Heavyweight" is a track by Rick Ross, from the album Hood Billionaire, released 24th November 2014. Full lyrics are available below.
Lyrics
[Intro: Whole Slab] Look at nigga Rozay, look at him Out there with that CrossFit shit Nigga think he a boxer, workin' out and shit Nigga done bought Holyfield crib, nigga Five hundred acres, a thousand rooms, nigga This nigga think he the champ Holyfield must have left a belt in that bitch for him Ya dig? [Chorus: Rick Ross] I been touchin' the sack, I made my way to a ki' 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 nigga, ding ding Nigga, ding ding Nigga, ding ding Don't make me hit you 'cross your head, nigga, ding ding Runnin' off with all your things, ding ding [Verse 1: Whole Slab] License suspended, ridin' with the yay (Slab) I shit where I eat, I trap where I stay (Slab) Snortin' powder, poppin' Belaire Rose (Slab) And I don't give a fuck what pussy niggas say (Fuck 'em) Michelangelo of this trap game Traded fifteen bags of mid for a half a thang (Flip) Remix that eighteen, now it's thirty-six (Flip) Turned that midget to a brick, that's a pretty flip (Slab) Shout out Mally Mall, I got a few bitches I don't get my dick sucked unless it's two bitches My trap Mike Tyson, nigga, heavyweight (Woo) I'm sleepin' in the trap, we open every day I'm workin' on my block, I'm beatin' on my street Twelve all on my ass, they locked my woe up last week These niggas know they pussy, talkin' bout they robbin' Talkin' bout they eatin', these niggas out here starvin' [Chorus: Rick Ross] I been touchin' the sack, I made my way to a ki' 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 nigga, ding ding Nigga, ding ding Nigga, ding ding Don't make me hit you 'cross your head, nigga, ding ding Runnin' off with all your things, ding ding [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Diamonds on my pinky, women on my dizzle Bulletproof the Lincoln, there go Ricky Rizzle (Woo) I'm the Thrilla in Manila Belaire, my Ciroc vanilla (Haha) My cousin certified killer When he died, I know I cried a river You come and go, that came down from the Lord (Oh Lord) Every night, I hear those AKs like a fuckin' 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 (Woo) In pneumonia weather tryna move that whole thing (Woo) Heat game, season tickets, that's for my whole team (Maybach Music) '88 Mike Tyson, that's with the gold teeth Heavyweight, Don King Robin Givens, big dreams [Chorus: Rick Ross] I been touchin' the sack, I made my way to a ki' 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 nigga, ding ding Nigga, ding ding Nigga, ding ding Don't make me hit you 'cross your head, nigga, ding ding Runnin' off with all your things, ding ding
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