DJ Durel - Dealer lyrics

[Hook] Yes I'm a dealer, dressing in Maison Margiellas Yes I'm a dealer in [?] slippers Yes I'm a dealer, I hang in the trap with the k**ers Yes I'm a dealer, yes I'm a dealer Yes I'm a dealer, weighing the dope on the bench Yes I'm a dealer, bought a whole pound with the clique Yes I'm a dealer, if I want to I'm buying your b**h Yes I'm a dealer, I'm cooking the dope, weigh and sealing the coke [Verse 1] Run up on Willie get smoked, the day that they kick in the door I flied out the back, flushing the dope Don't give a f** bout them folks, busting the bail like busting the flow Big molly bu*ts on the floor, you might just get what you want from the door n***a we answer, we got to get more Call up Pablo with the boat, tell him [?] float I get your [?] float, cut off your fingers and throw it if they late with the note The bangers I tote, totally thirty or more I light this b**h up like a show Bring dope to your door in a pair of Margiellas You know I'm the n***a, be scraping the bowl [Hook] [Verse 2] I'm dressing terrific, the dope is stupendous My cutlery ridiculous, my ho independent I don't mean to mention, these new [?] tenants They serving different levels, these b**hes so expensive I live a different living, my money to the ceiling Who the f** said [?] and didn't mention Willie But anyway, back to the d** and the guns We serve a brick to a [?] We got the milly, [?] drum, f** where you're from I turn it into Vietnam [Hook]