Rick Ross

Rick Ross - Neighborhood Drug Dealer Remix

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(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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