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rick ross – drug dealer’s dream كلمات اغاني

[intro]
please hold while i locate your information. your checking account available balance is $92,153,183.28. this reflects the most current information available on your account

[rick ross]
this on everything i love
i done came too far to look back
lord protect my soul, you heard me?
check

[verse 1]
mighty muhammad, son of osama
son of a b-tch, one time for my momma
tats on my back, tats on my face
b-tch i’m a don, can you relate?
it’s never too late, my n-ggas, relate
never would say, my n-ggas is saints
know i’m a sinner, god give me my sentence
labelled a hustler, look at my benz
one time for black, n-gga, one time for nut, n-gga
one time for gucci, n-gga, one time for cano, n-gga
one time for bizzle, n-gga, these my realest n-ggas
one time for trav, n-gga, and all them dope dealers

[hook]
murder, a mothaf-ckin’ murder
no you didn’t see it but i know you b-tches heard it
blood on the corner, d-mn i miss my dawg
i’m just thinkin’ ’bout his daughter, in another life he ballin’

[verse 2]
is this a drug dealers dream?
cause all i ever see is n-ggas dyin’ from disease
mansion on the water, home in the hills
let the fed tell it, it really isn’t his
photograph our endeavors, plottin’ potential set-ups
see me as a promotion, tax charges, etcetera
confiscated the whips, concentratin’ on flips
contemplatin’ the trip, congregatin’ for bricks
lord knows i’m a sinner, it was cold in the winter
eatin’ out of the trash, sh-t would make you a k!ller
lord forgive these b-tches, gettin’ their money strippin’
chasin’ this fast money, next time we’ll do it different
shoutout to kod, shoutout to onyx n-gga
shoutout to mmg, cause we the hottest n-gga

[verse 3]
aggravated with hoes, distracted all of my foes
n-ggas want to be friends, we just takin’ control
n-gga vision the clearest, i get shooters on clearance
barely fit in a lambo but did it for the appearance
i seen a rich n-gga go to jail
he put wi fi in his cell
middle of the night, my n-gga wanna skype
i just count money for him, that sh-t just get him hype
they say it’s hard to smile with a double life
in the middle of the night with a bl–dy knife
lord give him a chance, every man should be free
he wanted him a degree but got him a ki
open that door, just hopin’ for more
they gave him a bond, i gave him a porsche
i gave him a name, i gave him a shot
i gave him the game, i gave him a block
smokin’ on that gas, i be thinkin’ too fast
drug dealer’s dream, now let’s count this cash
dope boy tatted on my neck
a real dope boy, i never write a check

- rick ross

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