Rick Ross - Heavyweight lyrics

rate me

(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