Correction Lyrics Dope Boy (LP&WF) by C-Mob

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Dope boy getting dope money
Dope boy getting dope boy getting dope money (x7)

Are you loves all right on my block?
Logged her eyes so I shook the spot
24 hours I'm on my grind
Nonstop to the cash route
If it ain't dro, I won't smoke
If she ain't bad I won't poke
Who Mike Jones?
Carlo, C-Mob we grind for dough
Our wood grips went a lane-to-lane
No 84's and candy paint
A dope parking dope money
Don't care what y'all thank
I said our wood grips went a lane-to-lane
No 84's and candy paint
A dope parking dope money
Don't care what y'all thank
Who Mike Jones?
Still grinding still shining
Steal peanut butter off of falls with the top reclining

I'mma boss candy gloss every time a n***a floss
84s grilling warming broke em off I said
I'mma boss candy gloss every time a n***a floss
84s grilling warming break em off I said
I'mma boss candy gloss every time a n***a floss
84s grilling warming break em yeah cause I'mma

Dope boy getting dope money
Dope boy getting dope boy getting dope money (x7)

Excuse me hater
Now watch me go
Don't talk to me if we ain't talking dough
My music high just like yo hoe
She don't sing but for me she blow
Roll some mo n***a hit control
It's Carlo if you didn't know
Fly boy my eyes low
Riding a beat like them 84s
Indiana to Texas
Ice Age connection
Good head to sleep on
Good weed for breakfast
We gon need some medics
This so sick, no sh*t
Shawty say I'm too dope, hit her off with that dope d**k
Money keep on calling
Grinding but I ain't falling
Shawty ass keep bouncing, my money keep on falling
In a full speed I'm John Wall
Drop it off like Chris Paul
Throw it West Side like ally-oop
On to pay for like eye draw
Look for me when it's nightfall
Pretty sure I'll be lit
Boy I'mma know I'mma be rich, like I just caught free bricks
Not to say that I did it, but you can say I spit it
Epidemic I don't hook you, I admit it with these lyrics I'm the dope boy

Dope boy getting dope money
Dope boy getting dope boy getting dope money (x7)

Lyrically I'm cocaine
In the booth I'm spitting out crumbs
You try to recite my lyrics, it'll be leaving your mouth numb
There's never a drought son
Leaving the haters like how come
Get in the way of my grip and I got some sh*t that you cannot outrun
The South done made a connect with the Midwest now we all been blessed
And it sparks yo interest
Better invest in a vest make it flesh and then test
If you really want beef with me, but all of the hate it just ceasts to be
I'm flipping my music just like it was dope and I'm stacking my paper so easily
Seizing the moments opponents start slipping I've been flipping music like chickens in the kitchen whipping
Making money my mission
I am the Coca, the beats the baking soda
And Pro Tools is the Pyrex we're taking over
My engineer's the water
He gets it mixed together
I'm hot as hell and cold as ice
I'll rock this sh*t forever
My flow is a crack equivalent, you will be higher than angel dust
C-Mob, Monty Carlo, and who? (Mike Jones)
And they label us

Dope boy getting dope money
Dope boy getting dope boy getting dope money (x7)

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