hardo - drug dealer dream lyrics
(hook)
at the store rolling up my sleeve n-gg-
got a gl-ss pot and triple beam n-gg-
with c-ke that sell itself by any means n-gg-
that’s a f-ckin drug dealer dream n-gg-
get this money, ball til you fall
f-ck a b-tch, first i gotta feed my dogs
high again, now it’s time to get it off
just hopin that the feds don’t never get involved
hardo
(verse)
i’m tryna eat, i need the whole plate
standing over pot until the stove break
put a random clip up in that ok
turn a hothead into a cold case
n-gg- this is my life
ridin with them birdies, tryna get through the pipe
but that ain’t all my earning, 50 bricks in a night
aladdin with the phonies, kill a n-gg- on sight
ah! get yo money my n-gg-
never talkin false, come confront me my n-gg-
11 for a zone, i confronted my n-gg-
and i don’t talk about it less i done it my n-gg-
(hook)
at the store rolling up my sleeve n-gg-
got a gl-ss pot and triple beam n-gg-
with c-ke that sell itself by any means n-gg-
that’s a f-ckin drug dealer dream n-gg-
get this money, ball til you fall
f-ck a b-tch, first i gotta feed my dogs
high again, now it’s time to get it off
just hopin that the feds don’t never get involved
hardo
(verse)
we don’t see this sh-t the same, i got my own look
true religion dream stuff with them phone books
hundred something fiends, i bust my own jug
11 in that n-gg- could get yo dome took
off n-gg-, yea i’m still dealin that
soft n-gg- trap, life real as that
n-gg- on the mile, pitchin speed ball
you know it’s going down soon as i see yall
fowl bundles rap, that’s a perfect ring
12 for a zip – that’s a perfect lick
every day my trap like the first and fifth
and if the feds rushin that’s the worst of sh-t
(hook)
at the store rolling up my sleeve n-gg-
got a gl-ss pot and triple beam n-gg-
with c-ke that sell itself by any means n-gg-
that’s a f-ckin drug dealer dream n-gg-
get this money, ball til you fall
f-ck a b-tch, first i gotta feed my dogs
high again, now it’s time to get it off
just hopin that the feds don’t never get involved
hardo
(verse)
threw away my phone ‘cus i don’t wanna talk
any p-ssy play with me i bet he lay in chalk
yellow tape is there, put him on the news
wanna murk a n-gg-? never give him clues
shout out to my store, shout out to my plug
one time to my hood, always show me love
shout out to my haters, boy i need you n-gg-s
my dogs crossed me out, can’t believe you n-gg-s (d-mn holmes)
working with them people fore they suicide
that’s a phantom ghost doing suicide
i got b-tches in va, killas in v8
run off with that sack – yo -ss mia (fo real)
(hook)
at the store rolling up my sleeve n-gg-
got a gl-ss pot and triple beam n-gg-
with c-ke that sell itself by any means n-gg-
that’s a f-ckin drug dealer dream n-gg-
get this money, ball til you fall
f-ck a b-tch, first i gotta feed my dogs
high again, now it’s time to get it off
just hopin that the feds don’t never get involved
hardo
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