Lyrics:
by the dope lady
Talkin' get money, pimp hard so niggas gon' hate me
I got a good heart, and a good brain
You heard my gangsta story, my life was
, dopegirl.
I'm a dope, dope, dope, dopegirl.
I'm a dope, dope, dope, dopegirl.
I'm a dope, dope, dope, dopegirl.
I'm a dopegirl, babyboy tell me where you at.
time dope game cocaine.." > Scarface
"Boy don't test me I'm gettin tired of teachin lessons.." > Scarface
[Lil' Troy]
Lil' Troy
Yeah (yeah), yeah
Draco
You know what the fuck goin' on (Soulja)
Look
I'm havin' bond money
We like to shoot it for fun, done it
My choppa
a disaster
Dalima get ready decibel comin atcha
We wanna Come atcha
Because I'm a style master
And I'm impressionable now
Just so ya kno now
I make em
(Zaytoven)
This one for the trap gods, this one for the dope boys
This one for the dope boys, this one for the trap gods
This one for the niggas
the toy
He hopped out wylin'
Shooting crazy like Soulja Boy
Got him in the frame, snapped shots
Not a Polaroid
Thousand words I never said to the pigs
Keep
my pistol talkin' pow!
Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, I'm a dope boy
Top gone (transparent) where it go boy
Lamb fettuccine sauce inside broccoli
Got that
bout it boy
So dope you hit the jackpot
When flowing homes call it crack rock
Yea i ball i been a guard
And now taking over your black tops
Man is you
pin a nigga red like Crayola
I been sippin' on that red, thought I told ya'
Brand new BAPE kicks like I'm Soulja
Ayy, yeah, like I'm Soulja Boy
it
Chasing this paper, can't worry
They out here weird like a furry Actin all sweet like a flurry
So tell them boys that it's curtains
Save they
And if you didn't hear me boy I'll tell you again
My name is Quik or just call me Q
But it doesn't really matter to you
'Cause I'm the same person
Whether
The iron chef, I whip it up in hell’s kitchen
(tell ’em) shit it’s all in the wrist
Boy I’m nice with it
Get a coffee pot hot, drop some ice in it
Take it
the parking lot
By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
And I don't stop, until I squirt
Jeans skirt, butt-naked it all work
You nasty boy, you nasty
You
flags, I'm hot!
And everytime I rhyme I'm puttin' rappers in the ground
Wit' lines that got 'em hooked like dope
They gotta make up they mind, because they
make every song a great song
Like TJ: "it's time to shine," been waiting so long
I get 'em kicking, all these girls tryna fucking call
Okay, I'm just
to the day that I'm deceased
Even then I pray I'm living through these beats
Dope boy, you can tell by my sneaks
Burning Amsterdam green where it falls like
of these [?] get blown
Most of my people is gone, most of my life I did wrong
I'm in the gutta' hoe where most of my partna's alone
All of dem live by
Boy shirt
Next two, BG and Wayne, since they want to be the baddest
Shot em up wit bad dope, to me that's the saddest
Look
Chorus:2x
[T-Bone]
broads'
Hands clap like a nigga in the stadium
Million dollar chain but I'm rocking 8 of 'em
I see you sleeping boy don't make me pick your label up
And tell 'em let's go get this cake
All my life I ain't had shit
Man, full of bad shit
Once upon a time I was a child
Now I'm a savage
Society live
kids that stay running
Not from no one
Not from no man
They got some demons
Waiting by they night stand
I was a broke boy
Now I'm discipline
I got some
Catch a nigga down bad bullets rushin at em bow bow bow bow bitch Im bustin at em
All the time bitch I keep the matic bet the bitch
Gon stop all
be living my lyrics
So tell me, who did it this big and who ain't 'bout to slow up?
My boy, my boy
My boy, my boy
My boy, my boy
My boy
My boy
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