Way I Get It (feat. Rick Ross) (Explicit) - Werewolf Boy/Rick Ross

Lyrics by：Muhammad Gregorian Ghodzali/William Leonard Roberts II

Produced by：Anno Domini

Rowstrap even though left less

Ceremony failed either though defjam

Making me warned wish me dem salem

Roasted on boy making love berzine

Rhythm makes me d**e fasting lone down wet

Risking the mandible whisky my d**e brand

And drowning vibe with these

Vibe with these

Vibe with these

Vibe with these

Your torment never stop

Watching me suck your self

Me the blend for any races

In the whole sand the man

Which neither have owned

The game prospocaholic rhythm god

In term val is von ido mat man

Who's the gerald is G

On flexing capitol bone silit dog so bark

On dog tor me in d**e west on dept

Hailey for double U in deck throat

Cutting depth in def we pray

The lack me boy **** in them win

The notes risk my doubts

'Bout you the mess

Finally I could compares

Your boy to my d**k damn so wet

Lit be warning inside yourself

You paying the witchcraft for

Dept on death list *****

War to my ex so bled in wept

In t-rex road on black so dept on deck

Hunnid blocks on the dot

Ricky ross new whip tennis

Shoes and the socks socks

I'm up in secret city yeah

That boy got that bling on

You better get the phone them bricks

Selling like ring tones

Stepping out fresh fresh stepping out clean clean

My nigga young mob the boy DPC

When I'm up in the D

We gone stunt like a dawg

My niggas dropped out of school

Broke and subject to ball

Don't worry 'bout the crackers

'Cause the crackers ain't sharp

How I'm looking in the phantom

***** you know that I'm the mob

See the grill in the front

I get the feeling of flaunts

Look how you feeling Ricky Ross

I get a million a month

So mob so mob

How I get it so mob

Pulling up to the trap

Fresh off of blow jobs

Yeah them thousand dollar

Jeans p***y niggas tell lies

If you waiting on the side

Boy just hit my cell back

On deck timex my own rap

On the wack on lap with

That the bad so sad

On that less beg on met drown

That hymn that diss

That find that wasted

And d**e wine that on that so thats

I mean like woah

Sippin the tea I mean like woah

Making the **** I've been like woah

Tipsy dipsy I mean like woah

Yin on yang **** I mean like woah

**** on me

******* waiting my game on my rhapsody

Flex the fake **** lamb I got honey

Making my boo the western **** sadly

Damn

I told my sister to live again

It seems her best

Friend knows better about the jam

My friend the best boy

Beast logic known all the game

The Anselm Salomon Von

Rothschild is on the game

You DJ waste woah

I'm not bad but I'm the man

Tell me who she now lacking mind

In the wish for the go my own term

I ******* lone but my

Decision torn on them

The wish been end

And now I have my sister

Smile but she is she

And betty only mind on me

Thats satisfactory

Think on me now outalame

I'm the wrist for your man

Before you broke in term

And now on game

You in my game

Or I'm the man

Damn