Rick Ross - Heavyweight Lyrics

(Intro)
Look at nigga Rozay, look at him
Out there wit that CrossFit shit
Nigga think he a boxer, workin' out & shit
Nigga done bought Holyfield crib, nigga
Five hundred acres, 1000 rooms, nigga
This nigga think he the champ
Holyfield must have left a belt in that bitch fo' him
Ya dig?

(Hook)
I been touching that set, I made my way 2 a key
I'm so in love wit the trap, I bought a house across the street
Quarta key got me living 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 ya across yo head, nigga, ding ding
Running off wit all yo things, ding ding

(Verse: Whole Slab)
License been suspended, ridin' wit the yay
I shit where I eat, I trap where I stay
Smokin', bottle poppin', Belaire Rose
& I don't give a fuck what pussy niggas say
Michelangelo of this trap game
Traded 15 pounds of mid fo' a half a thang
We mix that 18, now it's 36
Turned that midget 2 a brick, that's a pretty flip
Shout out Mally Mall, I got a few bitches
I don't get my dick sucked, unless it's 2 bitches
My trap Mike Tyson, nigga, heavy weight
I'm sleepin' in the trap, we open erry day
I'm parkin' on my block, I'm beatin' on my street
12 all in my ass, they locked my woe-lab last week
These niggas know they pussy, talkin' bout they robbing
Talking bout they eatin', these niggas out here starving

(Hook)
I been touching that set, I made my way 2 a key
I'm so in love wit the trap, I bought a house across the street
Quarta key got me living 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 ya across yo head, nigga, ding ding
Running off wit all yo things, ding ding

(Verse 2: Rozay)
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 a certified killa
When he died, I know I cried a riva
Ya come & go, that came down from the Lord
Erry night I hit Rose case like a fuckin' voice
Hallelujah, mama screamin' hallelujah
Pray fo' yo son cuz mama, ya had ya a shooter
Fo' this cocaine, they standin' in this cold rain
& a lawyer went 2 trial move that whole thing
Heat game, season tickets, that's fo' my whole team
'88 Mike Tyson, that's wit the gold teeth
Heavyweight, Don King, Robin Givens, big dreams

(Hook)
I been touching that set, I made my way 2 a key
I'm so in love wit the trap, I bought a house across the street
Quarta key got me living 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 ya across yo head, nigga, ding ding
Running off wit all yo things, ding ding
 

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