Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Neighborhood Drug Dealer , by - Rick Ross. Release date: 21.09.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Neighborhood Drug Dealer |
| Roll a pound of weed tomorrow |
| Coochie city, where the carpet? |
| Sellin' 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 sellin' 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 smellin' like punani |
| Bought a Bugatti with your re-up |
| Bought a new watch with your re-up |
| Bought a new chain with your re-up |
| Fuck you lil pussys that have re-up |
| Sellin' and fib that re-up |
| I keep that dog with me nigga |
| I charge 90 a brick for a nigga |
| I got that food on my face |
| I get your hit on my face |
| I make her sit on your face |
| While I go dig in your safe |
| I got to war for a cake |
| I take your trial like an ape |
| I whip a key and a lake |
| I put your bitch in some bape (Whip!) |
| Uh, I’m your neighborhood drug dealer |
| Its your neighborhood drug dealer |
| Uh, its your neighborhood drug dealer |
| I’m your neighborhood drug dealer |
| Neighborhood drug dealer |
| Its your neighborhood drug dealer |
| One, two, what it be? |
| Michael Jordan, white, bitch, 23 |
| Bet you hear my pipes rev when I tip the scale |
| Rich forever, still a muscle and it never fails |
| You a house nigga so they let you get the mail |
| We in the back whippin' egg whites and crackin' shells |
| Robin jeans for my team, pocket for the sale |
| Pussy niggas gossip pray you die from gonorrhea |
| Al Capone where I’m from that Benzo bullet proof |
| Neighborhood dope boy you 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 |
| For that change, put that thing right up to your ribs |
| Uh, I’m your neighborhood drug dealer |
| Its your neighborhood drug dealer |
| Uh, its your neighborhood drug dealer |
| I’m your neighborhood drug dealer |
| Neighborhood drug dealer |
| Its your neighborhood drug dealer |
| One, two, what it be? |
| Michael Jordan, white, bitch, 23 |
| 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 10's, can’t touch my rap money |
| She won’t fuck with me, I’m hatin', yeah her pussy stank |
| Meet your amigo mama then you crack the piggie bank |
| Dope boy dream, never lose it all |
| Montgomery Alabama know we love the send 'em soft |
| Baton Rouge’s a Actavis and act a fool |
| Neighborhood dope boy you should hit me too |
| Uh, I’m your neighborhood drug dealer |
| Its your neighborhood drug dealer |
| Uh, its your neighborhood drug dealer |
| I’m your neighborhood drug dealer |
| Neighborhood drug dealer |
| Its your neighborhood drug dealer |
| One, two, what it be? |
| Michael Jordan, white, bitch, 23 |