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ft nicki minaj rick ross meek mill - dope dealer (ft. nicki minaj & rick ross) - meek mill lyrics

there’s three types of n-gg-s in life
n-gg-s that make it happen
n-gg-s that watch it happen
and n-gg-s that don’t even know what the f-ck is going on
choose one…

i got all these bad b-tches twerkin’
waves on swim, sh-t surfin’
i don’t wanna yall n-gg-s ‘round me
broke n-gg-s make me nervous
shawty said she want that paper
pop p-ssy like she workin’
d-mn, a n-gg- finally famous
rari by the benz, i’m swervin’ (skr skr!, skr! skr!)
f-ck rap, i might sell swag
she want me ‘cause she know i got that chanel tag
she f-ck 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 n-gg-s, we really in here
got a bad b-tch, 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 b-tch (ba ba!)
i get your girl pregnant
you hatin’ all on me, you sick (ha ha!)
i ride in my hood in a bently like it’s a crown vic (skr skr!)
these b-tches is choosin’
you n-gg-s is losin’
we rich
whatchu expect?
(haah?)

wanna f-ck with a dope dealer?
or keep f-ckin’ them broke n-gg-s?
and i don’t f-ck with you ho n-gg-s (nah!)
rollie yellow like homer simpson
that’s dope, n-gg-!

i got all these dope dealers serving
cut the work up, they surgeons
i don’t want y’all b-tches ’round me
whack b-tches make me curve ’em
imported rug, that’s persian
one wheel up and we swervin’
wetter than a lake, that’s ricki!
pop p-ssy 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 b-tch wanna borrow it, i lent it to her
make her bust that p-ssy open in singapore
30 million though, forbes list
out in philly in a condo, boss sh-t
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 t-st-cl-, pardon my decimal, b-tch!
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 a myx
b-tch!

wanna f-ck with a dope dealer?
or keep f-ckin’ them broke n-gg-s?
and i don’t f-ck with you ho n-gg-s (nah!)
rollie yellow like homer simpson
that’s dope, n-gg-!

dc, double m
mastermind
say my name and b-tch i gotta grant your wish (boss!)
sticky fingers, 30 k
you better drop that brick (drop that brick)
philly brothers, sometimes they call me ahh! (call me ahh!)
i pray to god, everyday i drop my top (thank you lord!)
humble man, with me and the lord meek
i’m the sh-t, coming down broad street
“sal” magluta, “w-lly” falcon
flamboyant dough boy, talkin’ al capone (rozay!)
from monte carlo to los muchachos
my mexicanos not talking tacos
this jewelry tampered once, a n-gg- push that b-tton
on the corner pac-man jones, these n-gg-s don’t want nothin’
you wanna f-ck wit a dope dealer? or keep f-ckin’ them broke n-gg-s?
my sneaker deal like a.i.’s
we drink belaire like st. ides

wanna f-ck with a dope dealer?
or keep f-ckin’ them broke n-gg-s?
and i don’t f-ck with you ho n-gg-s (nah!)
rollie yellow like homer simpson
that’s dope, n-gg-!

- ft nicki minaj rick ross meek mill lyrics

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