Dope Boy Lyrics

20's on the floor 50's in the chair
Hundreds in the safe cushions everywhere
Wake up in the morning like "what I'm gonna wear?"
We could hit the mall, that ain't really fair
Pull up to the mall in a black Marciano
Rollers in the trunk but in the hoods a semi auto
Clip full of hollow they parked the car they don't want no problem
They know who I are, ya fresh from head to toe
Pull a bitch and I'm gone, take her to the room then I drop her back at home
He ain't selling records I ain't balling everyday
Bitch I got work all I do is move the yay
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We be in the hood all the bitches in the hood love the dope boy
It's all good all the bitches wanna do is fuck a dope boy
We be in the hood all the bitches in the hood love the dope boy
It's all good the bitches wanna do is fuck a dope boy

Bricks of the press call me Osama, presidential kush call me Obama
Pull up to the trap trunk beating like thunder man I'm getting money
Better watch ya baby mama
Hey ms hilary, can't be kin to me but I keep that white bitch on another level g
Hey Billy Clinton what ya trying to sell me that's the same shit that my Mexicans mail me
1500 bills god damn that's a felony karats in my ears all the bitches wanna share me
John deer, take care of the grass
My dear let me take care of that ass
G zoe g fo that's a lear Lamborghini threw it in the 6 gears
Season close they don't drop the next year, nigga old money dope boys over here
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Rap shine, I want one like snoop eh?
So you can catch me up in nomics every Tuesday
Styrofoam cup ya think I'm drinking pink kool-aid karats round my neck
Looking like a bunch of lemonade
No boy I been running from the media, stacks in my pocket thick like encyclopedias
Old money I get it I beat a block, then throw it at them girls that like to lick the lollipop
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written by ROBINSON, JASIEL ALMON T./STEVENS, CHAUNCEY DEMON/ANDREWS, CORY ANTONIO/SMITH, NICHOLAS
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