| Roll a pound of weed tomorrow
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| Coochie city, where the carpet?
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| Sellin' yay inside the grocery store
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| Miley Cyrus, my portfolio
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| My style’s outta here, Ebola
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| They runnin' outta bakin' soda
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| Wrap a bricks inside some foil
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| Them Franklin niggas sellin' oil
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| Mexicano bought me some new punani
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| Fuck that bitch, I’m on some new punani
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| Flip a chicken, but some new punani
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| Got the kitchen smellin' like punani
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| Bought a Bugatti with your re-up
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| Bought a new watch with your re-up
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| Bought a new chain with your re-up
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| Fuck you lil pussys that have re-up
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| Sellin' and fib that re-up
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| I keep that dog with me nigga
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| I charge 90 a brick for a nigga
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| I got that food on my face
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| I get your hit on my face
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| I make her sit on your face
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| While I go dig in your safe
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| I got to war for a cake
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| I take your trial like an ape
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| I whip a key and a lake
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| I put your bitch in some bape (Whip!)
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| Uh, I’m your neighborhood drug dealer
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| Its your neighborhood drug dealer
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| Uh, its your neighborhood drug dealer
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| I’m your neighborhood drug dealer
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| Neighborhood drug dealer
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| Its your neighborhood drug dealer
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| One, two, what it be?
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| Michael Jordan, white, bitch, 23
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| Bet you hear my pipes rev when I tip the scale
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| Rich forever, still a muscle and it never fails
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| You a house nigga so they let you get the mail
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| We in the back whippin' egg whites and crackin' shells
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| Robin jeans for my team, pocket for the sale
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| Pussy niggas gossip pray you die from gonorrhea
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| Al Capone where I’m from that Benzo bullet proof
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| Neighborhood dope boy you can get it too
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| Fuck them pussy niggas catch they ass at Smoothie Kings
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| Hundred missed calls after that new toolie rings
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| Skip South Beach bitch bring it to the ridge
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| For that change, put that thing right up to your ribs
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| Uh, I’m your neighborhood drug dealer
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| Its your neighborhood drug dealer
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| Uh, its your neighborhood drug dealer
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| I’m your neighborhood drug dealer
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| Neighborhood drug dealer
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| Its your neighborhood drug dealer
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| One, two, what it be?
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| Michael Jordan, white, bitch, 23
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| Chevy SS, she heard I bump fire
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| Got row houses up and down through Pembroke Pines
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| Say the streets talk, I say its bout time
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| Bal Harbor on my mama been about mine
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| Still pay my child support, in all trap money
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| All 5's and 10's, can’t touch my rap money
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| She won’t fuck with me, I’m hatin', yeah her pussy stank
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| Meet your amigo mama then you crack the piggie bank
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| Dope boy dream, never lose it all
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| Montgomery Alabama know we love the send 'em soft
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| Baton Rouge’s a Actavis and act a fool
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| Neighborhood dope boy you should hit me too
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| Uh, I’m your neighborhood drug dealer
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| Its your neighborhood drug dealer
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| Uh, its your neighborhood drug dealer
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| I’m your neighborhood drug dealer
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| Neighborhood drug dealer
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| Its your neighborhood drug dealer
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| One, two, what it be?
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| Michael Jordan, white, bitch, 23 |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Neighborhood Drug Dealer , by - Rick Ross. Song from the album Hood Billionaire, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп