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Eddy Baker – Drug Dealer Dreams lyrics
Alright
Lil’ bitch
Nigga
Healthy Boyz
Yeah
Alright
Lil’ Bitch
[Hook]
Money, Power, Weed all a young nigga need
Ever since a teen had drug dealer dreams
Gettin’ hella cream grindin’ hard with my team
Dirty motherfuckers but we look so clean [x2]
[Verse 1]
Lobster with tilapia
I couldn’t join the mafia
Sold drugs for a profit brah I had to get my profits up
PoPo on the block and stuff but them boys wasn’t stopping us
Shoebox stash I didn’t need no fucking pocketbook
Got it from my Pops he was cookin’ on the pots and stuff
Niggas think they know me but they really don’t
I grew up well
Tough guys and we were [?]
I had to toughen up
17 got myself some chrome that bitch packed a punch
Ana bowls in my backpack sold em’ all at lunch
Every school dances I went to
bet I spiked the punch (really)
You ain’t with the shit
lil’ bitch then you fucking up
All my niggas got records don’t nobody fuck with us
Catch me in the trap
Or the stu
smoking hella blunts
PayPal boomin’ clientele spending hella bucks
Eddy fucking Baker I’m the shit bitches on my nuts
Crook motherfucker
Greedy nigga plus I’m dangerous
[Hook]
Lil’ bitch
Nigga
Healthy Boyz
Yeah
Alright
Lil’ Bitch
[Hook]
Money, Power, Weed all a young nigga need
Ever since a teen had drug dealer dreams
Gettin’ hella cream grindin’ hard with my team
Dirty motherfuckers but we look so clean [x2]
[Verse 1]
Lobster with tilapia
I couldn’t join the mafia
Sold drugs for a profit brah I had to get my profits up
PoPo on the block and stuff but them boys wasn’t stopping us
Shoebox stash I didn’t need no fucking pocketbook
Got it from my Pops he was cookin’ on the pots and stuff
Niggas think they know me but they really don’t
I grew up well
Tough guys and we were [?]
I had to toughen up
17 got myself some chrome that bitch packed a punch
Ana bowls in my backpack sold em’ all at lunch
Every school dances I went to
bet I spiked the punch (really)
You ain’t with the shit
lil’ bitch then you fucking up
All my niggas got records don’t nobody fuck with us
Catch me in the trap
Or the stu
smoking hella blunts
PayPal boomin’ clientele spending hella bucks
Eddy fucking Baker I’m the shit bitches on my nuts
Crook motherfucker
Greedy nigga plus I’m dangerous
[Hook]
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