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RICK ROSS lyrics : "Drug Dealerâ??s Dream"

(Verse)
Mighty Mohamed, son of Osama
Son of a pervert

One time for my mama
Tats on my back, tats on my face
Iâ??m a don, can you relate?

Itâ??s never too late
Maybach whip you lay
Never would say

Bang bang with the saints
Know Iâ??m a sinner, now give me my sentence
Labeled a hustla, look at my Benz

One time for Black, one time for Nut
One time for Gucci, one time for Kano
One time for Dizzle

This my realest
One time for Trav and all the drug dealers
(Hook)

Murda, a mutha$#&@in murda
No, you didnâ??t see it but I know you $#&@in heard it
Blood on the counter, damn I miss my dawg

Iâ??m just thinkin bout his daughter, in another life he ballin
(Verse)
Is this a drug dealerâ??s dream

Cus all I ever see is dimes on disease
Mansion on the water, home in the hills
Let the fed tell it, it really isnâ??t his

Photograph our endeavors, plottin potential setups
See the extra promotion
Tax charges, etcetera

Confiscated the whips, concentratin on flips
Contemplatin a trip, congregatin for bricks
Lord know Iâ??m a sinner

Be more than the winter
Ignited the trash to make you a killer
Lord forgive these (*##$es

Getting they money strippin
Chasin this fast money, next time we do it different
Shout out to KOD, shout out to Onyx

Shout out to MMG, know we the hottest
Yea, yea
Yea

(Hook)
Murda, a mutha$#&@in murda
No, you didnâ??t see it but I know you $#&@in heard it

Blood on the counter, damn I miss my dawg
Iâ??m just thinkin bout his daughter, in another life he ballin
(Verse)

Aggravated work, this distracted all of my foes
Wannabe friends, we just takin control
Get vision the clearest, I get shooters on clearance

Better fit in a Lambo but did it for the appearance
I see the rich go to jail
He put Wi Fi in his cell

Middle of the night, my ^!$$%s wanna Skype
I just count money for him, next just get him high
They say itâ??s hard to smile with a double life

In the middle of the night with a bloody knife
Lord give em a chance, every man should be free
He wanted him a degree but got him a key

Open that door, just hopin for more
They gave him a bar, 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
Smoking on that gas, I be thinkin too fast
Drug dealersâ?? dream, now I just this cash

Boy tatted on my neck
A real ^!$$%, boy I never write a check

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