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Dope
Tyga f./Rick Ross浯
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I can feel it
T-Rawws, rock my own kick game
Eight-figure deal, figure how I'm courtside at clip game
Still pop ace king shit, I'm with Rozay
Black Maybach leather gloves on that OJ
Okay, the day you beating me bitch, no day
Bandz a make her dance, that's thousand dollar foreplay
AK, get a full clip, not a soundwave
You kissed her in her mouth, ask her how my dick taste
Bitch nigga, you don't want no drama, I'm worth a couple commas
It's death before dishonor
Last King come sign up, all my shit be designer
Extroardinary rhymer, I bodied yo' shit for nothin'
Wes, west up, hot temper
Get wet up, she give me head not neck up
She clean the mess up
One false move death from gesture
Cash in the safe nigga, I don't feel no pressure
I'm dope
All my shit dope
(All) All my shit dope
'Cause it's 1-8-7 how I'm killing these hoes
(All) All my shit dope
(All) All my shit dope
'Cause it's 1-8-7 how I'm killing these hoes
H on the Buckle, Hermes and the hustle
Crown on the watch, young niggas still thuggin'
8.7 on the crib so fuck it
Went gold in a month so it ain't no budget
New chains, rolex links
New chick just to drag my mink
New car just to ride 'round here
Aviator crew, we flyest 'round here
Hating on hood niggas dying 'round here
Bath Salt Boss, got insurance on the beard
Cars rockstars, dope boys at odds
I done seen it all, but it's back to these broads
Hands clap like a nigga in the stadium
Million dollar chain, but I'm rocking eight of 'em
I see you slipping boy, don't make me pick your label up
Scottie Pippen on the dribble, I just laid 'em up
Another triple got me tripping like it's angel dust
We just winning all the women in my table ah
Say my name, say my name nigga, say my name
100 million dollar nigga, nigga say my name
Dope
All my shit dope
(All) All my shit dope
'Cause it's 1-8-7 how I'm killing these hoes
(All) All my shit dope
(All) All my shit dope
'Cause it's 1-8-7 how I'm killing these hoes
Chief rocka, pill popper
Told her pull them things out 'cause my car topless
Off topic, get on top it, what's your synopsis?
So sincere in her belly, that's that Nas shit
King announcing that gangsta shit we mobbin'
We taking your dollars creflo, no white collar
I (pop pop) wish a nigga would call Thomas
Bitch I'm the bomb, call me the unabomber
Money in my game, I'm driving shit that's insane
You niggas stay in your lane, no playing ain't nothing changed
Pardon this good regime, I make your girl David Blaine
Murder was the case, all the kids say that nigga T-raw
Dope
All my shit dope
(All) All my shit dope
'Cause it's 1-8-7 how I'm killing these hoes
(All) All my shit dope
(All) All my shit dope
'Cause it's 1-8-7 how I'm killing these hoes
I can feel it