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Young Dopey
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What you gon’ do when you get out of jail? I’m gon’ have some fun They f**ked up and let me out, again Innocent til proven guilty, y’all ain’t even got no evidence against me Get my lawyer a Louis V bag, inside had about hundred-fifty racks Got beat another case, middle finger in the air f**k the D.A In the court room with Burberry shades With my crispy blues on and my high top fade Gotta look good cause my b*t*h is showing up One is a Instagram model coming up The other one is a stripper with a big butt And I blow ‘em both kisses cause I love ‘em very much You know me boy I stay clownin’ Money always coming in by the thousands I stay fly, floating like a falcon Turned up to the max since a young kid Now I’m a muthaf**king big boy 100 round clip on my muthaf**king big toy The benzo got bulletproof windows To protect my neck and my kinfolk Counting down each day I go home and I beat this case Take a trip to rodeo drive 50 bands on a brand new watch Oh yeah you know I’m still gutter The handkerchief is still navy blue color Want some chili cheese fries with pastrami From Brolly Hut, Lucy’s or Tommy’s Followed by 30 pack of modelos Inglewood, that’s my muthaf**king pueblo Headed there just to check on the brodies Catch me on one-oh-four Yukon and Doty Home of the clippers, home of the lakers 99 and redondo, rams nation Can’t forget about the Chargers and the Dodgers City of Champions You don’t want no problems Best believe we gon’ win Just like my case, I’m three and O’ b*t*h Three times in a row, tried to give me life But I’m still getting head in Fiji island And I’m still pouring champagne With a foreign b*t*h named Jasmine Hell yeah she got a sexy ass accent Taught me how to say f**k the police in her language Now I’m going back to Cali Where we spray pint in the alley With a face mask Louis V or Gucci Catch your ass slippin’ jumping out the bushes Yeah I gotta stay ten toes down My advice ‘round here, don’t come around Right here we ain’t worried bout COVID Worry bout lil hoes and airing sh*t out Worried bout the ops, trying to slide through Worried bout my son, gotta give him food Gotta pay the rent but got no job So contemplated what bank I’m gon’ rob Told Wish we probably gonna rob the connect He said bout time, I’ll get the goons prepared That there was about a few years ago Now the 6th Block record label bout to blow Know some of y’all miss me deep down Know a lot of y’all prayed that I went down Now your baby mama all on my DM Sending me pictures in her g-string I tell these ratchets all the time You gon’ hurt his feelings and make him cry Keep it real, these hoes don’t give a f**k Asking me when we gon’ meet and turn up For the haters, always gotta stay ready Got a mac eleven barrel fully threaded So I could put a silencer at the end Walk up lay you down Nobody heard sh*t I’m always on my James Bond tip Suit and tie, momma proud of her kid She sick and tired, getting raided at home The dagger swat team kicking in her door Told momma I’m really done with it all I’m still here for that, we gotta thank god She always told me “Son, you’re very smart” That’s why I got 3 wins zero losses My son asked me “where you been dada?” I picked him up and told him I been at work Then life went on, like nothing ever happened Now press rewind
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