Drug Lord lyrics

by

Fabolous


[Intro: Red Cafe]
Drug lord
They're calling me a drug lord
(Brooklyn, Flatbush)
Drug lord
(2007)
Look
(ShakeDown)

[Verse 1: Red Cafe]
Cash, cash, I gets hella cash
Shawty don't judge me, I might f*ck you fast
Then get out of Dodge, hop in my Dodge
Camaro, Fidel Castro, look
Cocaine connect, now what I'm known as
Believe I dropped a few burbs, where your zone at?
Believe I push hella pounds where your town at
And bet I press the chopper right where your frown at

What your life like? n*gga, mine real
That Rollie you wearin' foolery, n*gga, mine real
I'm selling narcotics, so you know how come
I'm still balling on n*ggas without an album
I ain't out here preachin' like if I'm Malcom
I'm hella dirty in these streets, 730
ShakeDown, b*tch, smoke till my lungs black
Only question I ask, "f*ck is my one's at?"
f*ck what these hoes doing, f*ck who these hoes screwing
Put that ho in the street, let's get this dough moving
I slam Cadillac doors, whip, whip city then ice that crack gold
[Hook: Red Cafe]
Hello, hello, I'm mean, motherf*cker
Hello, hello, I'm mean, motherf*cker
Hello, hello, I'm mean, motherf*cker
I know they wanna be me, motherf*cker
Hello, hello, I'm mean, motherf*cker
Hello, hello, I'm mean, motherf*cker (2 Chainz)
Hello, hello, I'm mean, motherf*cker (Hello)
I know they wanna be me, motherf*cker (yeaaaah)

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Hair weave kill 'em, rearrange her hairdo
I'm motherf*ckin' real and that just ain't you
I'm up on appeal for killing the Pro Tools
And n*ggas know my religion is tru
Horseshoes, curfew n*ggas, consort with killers
Lil' n*ggas is gassed up, it's time to burp you, n*ggas
See, every day is a weekend, we spend
Money on the strong pack, you n*ggas is weaklin's
Catch me on one, two, five and the wheat Timbs
Gucci hoodie on, look like a tall-ass Rakim
I'm a dread-head, rocking with the redhead
I'm from College Park where the feds tap a dead cell
Smoke Cool Js, back-to-back LL
You need clientele just so you can rock bail
Yeah, used to trap by a school zone
ATL, I had crack in my school clothes
Got into it with my car until the roof gone
Catch up, you too far back in the Grey Poupon
They say I'm a hoodlum in some new clothes
Hello, goodbye, I need some new hoes
[Hook]
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