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Dope Chick (feat. Pusha T)

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Yeah, (yeah) yeah, (yeah)

A dope chick, dope chick, a dope chick, dope chick, a dope chick

Pusha, push

Pusha, push (Push)Hoop Earrings

She's my favorite baby

Watch her do her thing

Out here in the world

Nobody calling me

Like AT&T

Hater girl

They ain't got nothin' on youSo fine, so hot, so cold (Yeah)

Beautiful, so bold, for sure (Yeah, yeah)

Pretty little thing, I'm glad she's mine

And I mean no disrespect by this next line(I gotta) dope chick

(I gotta) a dope chick

(I gotta) dope chick

(I gotta) a dope chick

(I gotta) dope chick

(I gotta) a dope chick

(I gotta) dope chick

(I gotta) a dope chick

(She's my)

(I gotta) dope chick

(I gotta) a dope chick

(I gotta) dope chick

(I gotta) a dope chick

(I gotta) dope chick

(I gotta) a dope chick

(I gotta) dope chick

(I gotta) a dope chick

(I gotta)Number 3

Well she ain't in here

She walkin' round here dope like me

Cocaine, pasana, marijuana

Wish you would light trees

Sold on her like keys

Feelin' all on her like keys

So it seems

(It's whatever you want)

You got it baby

The dopest thing I've seen

I'm hooked on you like d.o.p.e.

Like d.o.p.e.So fine, so hot, so cold (Yeah, yeah)

Beautiful, so bold, for sure (yeah, yeah)

Pretty little thing, I'm glad she's mine

And I mean no disrespect by this next line(I gotta) dope chick

(I gotta) a dope chick

(I gotta) dope chick

(I gotta) a dope chick

(I gotta) dope chick

(I gotta) a dope chick

(I gotta) dope chick

(I gotta) a dope chick(I gotta) dope chick

(I gotta) a dope chick

(I gotta) dope chick

(I gotta) a dope chick

(I gotta) dope chick

(I gotta) a dope chick

(I gotta) dope chick

(I gotta) a dope chick(I gotta) So fine, so hot, so cold (Yeah, yeah)

Beautiful, so bold, for sure (Yeah, yeah)

Pretty little thing, I'm glad she's mine

And I mean no disrespect by this next line(Push)She dope like the shit up in my car

Feds came and she put it in her bra

So I sponsor Isabel Marants

It's the gram and everything she flaunts

Knows when to cut up

Know when to shut the fuck up

Know when to smile

And knows when to act stuck up

She like to talk who got it who gettin' it

Which nigga all talk and who spendin' it

She only like sports if she court side

And hoppin' out the Panamera Porsche ride

She the Bonnie to my Clyde

The perfect somebody on the side

My dope bitch (I gotta)Dope chick

(I gotta) a dope chick

(I gotta) dope chick

(I gotta) a dope chick

(I gotta) dope chick

(I gotta) a dope chick

(I gotta) dope chick

(I gotta) a dope chick(I gotta) dope chick

(I gotta) a dope chick

(I gotta) dope chick

(I gotta) a dope chick

(I gotta) dope chick

(I gotta) a dope chick

(I gotta) dope chick

(I gotta) a dope chick

(I gotta)Dope chick, my dope chick

Dope chick

Dope chick, my dope chick

Dope chick

Dope chick, my dope chick

Dope chick, my dope chick

Dope chick, my dope chick

I'm glad she's mine

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