2 Chainz - Drug Lord lyrics

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2 Chainz - Drug Lord lyrics

[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** 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***a, mine real That Rollie you wearin' foolery, n***a, mine real I'm selling narcotics, so you know how come I'm still balling on n***as without an album I ain't out here preachin' like if I'm Malcom I'm hella dirty in these streets, 730 ShakeDown, b**h, smoke till my lungs black Only question I ask, "f** is my one's at?" f** what these hoes doing, f** 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**er Hello, hello, I'm mean, motherf**er Hello, hello, I'm mean, motherf**er I know they wanna be me, motherf**er Hello, hello, I'm mean, motherf**er Hello, hello, I'm mean, motherf**er (2 Chainz) Hello, hello, I'm mean, motherf**er (Hello) I know they wanna be me, motherf**er (yeaaaah) [Verse 2: 2 Chainz] Hair weave k** 'em, rearrange her hairdo I'm motherf**in' real and that just ain't you I'm up on appeal for k**ing the Pro Tools And n***as know my religion is tru Horseshoes, curfew n***as, consort with k**ers Lil' n***as is ga**ed up, it's time to burp you, n***as See, every day is a weekend, we spend Money on the strong pack, you n***as is weaklin's Catch me on one, two, five and the wheat Timbs Gucci hoodie on, look like a tall-a** 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]