Somebody Snitched (officer ricky) (Rick Ross Diss) lyrics

by

Tony Yayo


[Produced by J Staffz]

[Chorus: x2]
Officer rickyyy
Officer rickyyy
Officer rickyyy
Yeaaa

[Verse:]
Yeah I never had drama with the cops
But I Larry Davis Rick Ross ass with the Glock
Your life is fabricated, what bricks you moving
Homie ask e-class I'm known for shooting
I just spoke to Sha Money, Sha spoke to Mackazoe
n*ggas f*ck with Rick Ross, hell no he po po
He the next Ja Rule, and Khaled be hating
Remember last time pus*y at the radio station
You f*ck boy peons, your swag I od on
That Maybach 57 is looking like a neon
You youtube gangsta, ho ass n*gga
I’ll Paul Castellano you shells in your abdominal
And I hear that Haitian n*gga on your track
But I just got off the jack, with Haitian Jack
I got the mac, Miami is the 2 2 3
You lose a body part n*gga f*cking with me
[Chorus x2]

[Verse:]
My clothes got the carriage and the horse on it
Hermes I look like a boss in it
Sex, drugs, money and them fed boys
The Porsche performing like Ron on steroids
You got Def Jam lookin like the ford building
A c.o, talking bout drug dealing
A lil Londons on that potty n*gga
I'm going hard tryna see that Bugatti dealer
I got that automatic shotty n*gga
I catch a body n*gga
My lawyer got me in Cabo with a hottie n*gga
And me and Fif is like Jordan and Scotty n*gga
Yea I'm on the streets, you the police
That 57 don't even got plane seats
I thought jay taught you, that's your big homie
Get the 62, step it up dummy

Dumb motherf*cker, you ain't even got plane seats
Spent all that money on that 57 n*gga
Don't fool the public n*gga
62 is for a boss
Ask Jay n*gga, ask your boss Jay-z n*gga
[Chorus]
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