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drug dealer - master p & ace b lyrics

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[intro]
i’m black on these streets
i’m nino in these streets
i’m fred lucas in these streets
i’m pablo in these streets

[pre-chorus]
i’m a, i’m a drug dealer
i’m a, i’m a drug dealer
cause you know i got the plug n-gga

[verse 1: master p]
(cp3)
chop chop it, n-gga, chop it up
i’m from the block, where we rock it up
i got bad b-tches on my celly n-gga
i don’t f-ck with snitches, man
i just smell them n-ggas

k!ll a rat, k!ll a b-tch
thousand grams in my cup
and a n-gga rich
b-tches all on me cause my paper right
i got k!llas riding with me cause i live that life

ain’t no studio n-gga
i’m the real deal
michael jordan money n-gga
a quarter bil’
but a n-gga started right up in the projects
stevie wonder, i get money with my eyes shut

[chorus: master p]
i’m a, i’m a drug dealer x2
cause you know i got the plug n-gga
who need some drugs n-gga?
i’m a, i’m a drug dealer x2
cause you know i got the plug n-gga
i’m a, i’m a drug dealer

[verse 2: ace b]
i ain’t never sold no drugs
but a drug dealer my favorite l1ck
while you out working
i’m in ya sh-t
with two nickel fifths
just waitin’ on ya
you come inside
i’m maimin’ on ya
like right now, i be [?]
you better give me what i want or i’m coming back
no mask, black bag, and a 30 mac

but my closest friends all drug dealers
they house in colebrook with drugs n-gga
ring ring, that’s the plug n-gga
and we ain’t even talkin’ ’bout drugs n-gga
he just hit me up to show love n-gga
cause i get respect like the plug n-gga

ace bronco
f-ck that, i’m ace b-47 n-gga

[chorus]

[verse 3: alley boy]
when i first started trapping i was selling nicks
[?] nate dogg [?]
man the trap too slow, started takin’ sh-t
man it wouldn’t be [?], never did sh-t
i’m a real h-town don, and i never borrowed nothin’
walk around [?], teflon
150-thousand on my left arm
real dope boy sh-t, just a lil’ somethin’

[bridge: blaqnmild]
i got a bundle in my sock
cause i’m tryna dodge the cops
my boost burner ringing
and i’m tryna catch a pie
i got a pocket full of money
and i’m ’bout to score an eighth
imma chop it down to twenties
and keep the block running

[chorus]

[verse 4: young junne]
it’s a cold world and it ain’t winter
cops apply the drugs to the drug dealers
and them young n-ggas shooting like reggie miller
i bet them shots burn like a shot of liquor
that’s why my circle’s small, no way to enter
and your best friend could end up your k!ller
i got a bag of hundreds, all for the strippers
and if she shake it right then i’m gonna tip her

streets verified, f-ck a twitter n-gga
mixing up the work, f-ck a blender n-gga
my old head on forbes list
and if he want he could go and buy the clippers n-gga
my favorite movie was scarface
learned to cut my gr-ss and watch for the snakes
and if drugs was boxing n-gga
i’d definitely be in that heavyweight
(junne)

[chorus]

- master p ace b lyrics

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