Dope Dealer lyrics

There's three types of niggers in life
That's right
Niggers that make it happen
Niggers that watch it happen
And niggers that don't even know what the fuck is going on
Choose one

I got all these bad bitches twerkin
Waves on swim, shit surfin
I don't wanna y'all niggers 'round me
Broke niggers make me nervous

There's three types of niggers in life
That's right
Niggers that make it happen
Niggers that watch it happen
And niggers that don't even know what the fuck is going on
Choose one

I got all these bad bitches twerkin
Waves on swim, shit surfin
I don't wanna y'all niggers 'round me
Broke niggers make me nervous
She said she want that paper
Pop pussy like she workin'
Damn, a nigger finally famous
Rari by the I'm swervin
Fuck rap I might sell swag
She want me cause she know i got that Chanel tag
She fuck me and she gone get that Chanel swag
Her boyfriend like where you get that Chanel bag
55 hundo, pop green, and I ball like Rondo
Catch me, North-South, with a dime ho
Turnt up, but I'm like keep calm ho
I go, make a million here, million there
All of my niggers, we really in here
Got a bad bitch and she straight from the hood
But she look like a foreign, brazilian hair
And I'm grabbin her remi
I bust like a semi yo bitch
I get your girl pregnant
You hatin' all on me, you sick
I ride in my hood in a Bently like it's a Crown Vic
These bitches is choosin you niggers is losin
We rich whatchu expect?
Wanna fuck with a dope dealer?
Or keep fuckin' them broke niggers?
And I don't fuck with you ho niggers
Rollie yellow like Homer Simpson that's dope, nigger

I got all these dope dealers serving
Cut the work up, they surgeons
I don't want y'all bitches 'round me
Whack bitches make me curve'em
Imported rug that's Persian
One wheel up and we swervin
Wetter than a lake that's Ricki
Pop pussy like she Nicki
She want me cause she see me in that Aventador
Pull up on the curb so crazy
I done bent the door
Bad bitch wanna borrow it, I lent it to her
Make her bust that pussy up in Singapore
30 million though Forbes list
Out in Philly in a condo, boss shit
Now they call me Young Oprah Harpo
In the pool rockin' polo, Marco
Millionaires never do leers
No, they can't see me, they're never my peers
Fruits of my labor, go get me my pears,
Cause you're outta your element
I am your fear
So go get off my testicle
Pardon my decimal, bitch!
Check up my resumé
I'm upper echelon rich
Them bikes is out and we throwing 'em up like we sick
My clothing line is out in them stores and I'm sipping the mix

There's three types of niggers in life
That's right
Niggers that make it happen
Niggers that watch it happen
And niggers that don't even know what the fuck is going on
Choose one

DC, Double M
Mastermind
Say my name and bitch i gotta grant your wish (BOSS!)
50 minions, 30 K
You better drop that brick
Philly brothers, sometimes they call me ah
I pray to God, every day I drop my top
Humble man with and the lord me
I'm the shit, coming down Broad Street
Flamboyant dough boy talkin' Al Capone
From Monte Carlo to Los Muchachos
On the corner pack my jaws
These niggers don't want nothing
You wanna fuck with a dope dealer
Or keep fucking with broke niggers
I sneek a dealer like Ay AY
We drink BelAir like Saint Ice

There's three types of niggers in life
That's right
Niggers that make it happen
Niggers that watch it happen
And niggers that don't even know what the fuck is going on
Choose one

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