Drug Dealer Lyrics & Chords By Sir Michael Rocks

Cause everybody love the fuckin' drug dealer
Six cell phones on my waist and a 2-way
Everybody love the fuckin' drug dealer
Tailor-made suits in the party like Yusuke
Everybody love the fuckin' drug dealer
Everybody love the fuckin' drug dealer
Everybody love the fuckin' drug dealer
Six cell phones on my waist and a 2-way
Yeah yeah, all the thots know the number in this ho, man
I see y'all lingering over there baby
I'm off in the cut on some sad shit tryna cry on a bitch tonight
You know what I'm sayin, you with it let's get it baby let's get it
Ain't no love for the [?] that wanna post up and be around us
Soak up all our energy, I focus all on my chemistry
Cookin' whippin' this work until
My new lawyer say that he work a deal
Transmuting the dope in the white gold teal, it's worth a mil
Buncha smart niggas who'll come and get witcha
Because the drama ain't shit to us
I know you love the new kimono, her man be sayin' no-no
But I probably get his bitch to buss
Because...
Can you woop woop woo She only love me for my jutsu
Ain't nobody ever had a spotted hyena in the crib
And that's something that I'm used to
I been around my old man while he broke down bricks in the basement
Great shit for me to put on a track
If they gave awards for suckin dick, then I bet you would get you a plaque, uh huh
Acting like a nigga ain't gon' splash but the truth is I be tryna duck from the pussy
Too musty and bushy
When my cell phone ring I know the customers looking