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Rick Ross - Neighborhood Drug Dealer Remix Lyrics

(Hook)
Uh, I'm yo neighborhood drug dealer (I'm yo neighborhood drug dealer)
Its yo neighborhood drug dealer (I'm yo neighborhood drug dealer)
Uh, its yo neighborhood drug dealer (I'm yo neighborhood drug dealer)
I'm yo neighborhood drug dealer (I'm yo neighborhood drug dealer)
Neighborhood drug dealer(I'm yo neighborhood drug dealer)
Its yo neighborhood drug dealer (I'm yo neighborhood drug dealer)
One, two, what it be? (What it be)
Michael Jordan, white, bitch, twenty three

(Verse: Future)
Roll a pound of weed tomorrow
Coochie city, where the carpet?
Selling yay inside the grocery store
Miley Cyrus, my portfolio
My style's outta here, Ebola
They runnin' outta bakin' soda
Wrap a bricks inside some foil
Them Franklin niggas selling oil
Mexicano bought me some new punani
Fuck that bitch, I'm on some new punani
Flip a chicken, but some new punani
Got the kitchen smelling like punani
Bought a Bugatti wit yo re-up
Bought a new watch wit yo re-up
Bought a new chain wit yo re-up
Fuck ya little pussys that have re-up
Selling and fib that re-up
I keep that dog wit me nigga
I charge 90 a brick fo' a nigga
I got that food on my face
I get yo hit on my face
I make her sit on yo face
While I go dig in yo safe
I got to war fo'a cake
I take yo trial like an ape
I whip a key and a lake
I put yo bitch in some bape (Whip!)

(Hook)

(Verse 2: Rick Ross)
Bet ya hear my pipes rev when I tip the scale
Rich foreva, still a muscle and it neva fails
Ya a house nigga so they let ya get the mail
We in the back whipping egg whites and cracking shells
Robin jeans fo' my team, pocket fo' the sale
Pussy niggas gossip pray ya die from gonorrhea
Al Capone where I'm from that Benzo bullet proof
Neighborhood dope boy ya can get it too
Fuck them pussy niggas catch they ass at Smoothie Kings
Hundred missed calls after that new toolie rings
Skip South Beach bitch bring it to the ridge
Fo' that change, put that thing right up to yo ribs

(Hook)

(Verse 3: Rick Ross)
Chevy SS, she heard I bump fire
Got row houses up and down through Pembroke Pines
Say the streets talk, I say its bout time
Bal Harbor on my mama been about mine
Still pay my child support, in all trap money
All 5's and ten's, can't touch my rap money
She won't fuck wit me, I'm hating, yeah her pussy stank
Meet yo amigo mama then ya crack the piggie bank
Dope boy dream, neva lose it all
Montgomery Alabama know we luv the send 'em soft
Baton Rouge's a Actavis and act a fool
Neighborhood dope boy ya should hit me too

(Hook)
 

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