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Drug Dealers Dream (Album Version|Edited) - Rick Ross
Lyrics by：William Roberts/Jerard Wiggins
Composed by：William Roberts/Jerard Wiggins
Produced by：J. Manifest
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This on everything I love
I done came too far to look back
Look back
Lord protect my soul you heard me
Check
Check
Mighty Muhammad son of Osama
Son of a Osama
Son of a of a of a
One time for my momma
Tats on my back
Tats on my face
I'm a don
Can you relate
It's never too late
My relate
Never would say
My is saints
Know I'm a sinner
God give me my sentence
Labelled a hustler
Look at my benz
One time for black black black
One time for nut nut nut
One time for gucci gucci gucci
One time for cano cano cano
One time for bizzle bizzle bizzle
These my realest realest realest
One time for Trav Trav Trav
And all them dealers
Murder
Murder a motha murder
No you didn't see it
But I know you heard it
Blood on the corner corner
Damn I miss my dawg
I'm just thinkin' 'bout his daughter
In another life he ballin'
He ballin'
Is this a drug dealers dream dream
'Cause all I ever see is dyin' from disease
Disease
Mansion on the water water
Home in the hills hills
Let the fed tell it tell it
It really isn't his isn't his
Photograph our endeavors endeavors
Plottin' potential set-ups
Set-ups
See me as a promotion promotion
Tax charges etcetera
Confiscated the whips whips
Concentratin' on flips flips
Contemplatin' the trip trip
Congregatin' for bricks bricks
Lord knows I'm a sinner sinner
It was cold in the winter winter
Eatin' out of the trash trash
Would make you a killer killer
Lord forgive these
Gettin' their money strippin' strippin'
Chasin' this fast money
Next time we'll do it different
Do it different
Shoutout to KOD KOD
Shoutout to Onyx Onyx Onyx
Shoutout to MMG MMG
'Cause we the hottest hottest
Hottest hottest
Mayback music
Hottest yeah hottest yeah
Hottest yeah
Mayback music
Murder
Murder a mothar murder
No you didn't see it
But I know you heard it
Blood on the corner corner
Damn I miss my dawg
I'm just thinkin' 'bout his daughter
In another life he ballin'
Aggravated with h*es
Distracted all of my foes foes
Want to be friends
We just takin' control
Vision the clearest
I get shooters on clearance
Barely fit in a Lambo
But did it for the appearance
For the appearance
I seen a rich go to jail
Go to jail go to jail
He put Wi Fi in his cell
In his cell
Middle of the night
My wanna skype wanna skype
I just count money for him
That just get him hype
Get him hype
They say it's hard to smile with a double life
Double life
In the middle of the night with a bloody knife
Bloody knife
Lord give him a chance chance
Every man should be free free
He wanted him a degree
But got him a key
But got him a key
Open that door door
Just hopin' for more more
They gave him a bond bond
I gave him a Porsche
I gave him a Porsche
I gave him a name a name
I gave him a shot a shot
I gave him the game the game
I gave him a block
I gave him a block
Smokin' on that gas gas
I be thinkin' too fast fast
Drug dealer's dream dream
Now let's count this cash
Count this cash cash
Boy tatted on my neck
On my neck
A real boy
I never write a check
Write a check
Murder
Murder a motha murder
No you didn't see it
But I know you heard it
Blood on the corner corner
Damn I miss my dawg
I'm just thinkin' 'bout his daughter
In another life he ballin' ballin' ballin'
